A recruiter for the ultrarich on the upsides — and dark sides — of a notoriously secretive industry.
Say you’re on a yacht with your principal and they had a few tequilas, and then they’re like, “Oh, come on. Join us.” Ultimately, you have to remember that you are there because they’re paying you. It’s a job. They’re not your friend. Obviously, you need to share compassion and empathy. Sometimes your boss needs you to be a shoulder to cry on.
I have a Saudi client who was renting a property in London, I think it was £100,000 a week. They booked it out for three months. They brought 60 of their staff from Saudi Arabia all the way over to the property. It was a family of three, and they only went for three days.
I’m convinced everyone could have a modest life if people didn’t insist on opulent luxury.
There's so few of these people (and so many of the rest of us) that the math doesn't actually work out on that.
Try it, look up an estimate of the wealth held by the gratuitously rich, divide by the relevant population, and then multiply by whatever the average return on that capital would be. It would be a nice raise but not life changing. Counterintuitively, extreme poverty is kind of a separate issue to extreme wealth, at least in the West.
I worked for a billionaire once, on a ranch doing housekeeping. I didn't do work on their house normally, but reflecting after reading this, and them being "left leaning," they didn't have any idea of humanity. For me, the job was fine, but I can see now that I was just a number at best.