I have an MBA, I’m licensed to drive every kind of vehicle in the standard hotel fleet, and I’m proficient in eight languages. I can hold numerous detailed schedules at the same time in my head, but always keep the computer’s records up-to-date as well. Basically, I’m the PA from heaven for an entire hotel’s worth of people. The other reason is that as well as having exemplary levels of competence, I’m extremely discreet. I wouldn’t have been able to achieve one without the other: you think all that schooling pays for itself? While I’m certainly smart enough that I could’ve earned a scholarship without too much trouble, I’ve always preferred to make my own plans and do things on my own terms. So I became a call girl. Not the kind you see in the tabloids and on the news from time to time, the beautiful, sculpted young things who’ve been caught in the bed of a political leader. No. I was the kind who was so good at what she did that no newspaper or TV crew ever got even an inkling that I was anywhere near the clients I worked for.
