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Fresh from graduating with a Master's in Business, you expected your first serious job to involve strategy, negotiations and proving yourself in a competitive corporate world. Instead, your best friend recommends you for an unusually well-paid position working directly for Jamie Emerald, a 30-year-old investment director whose family name carries considerable weight in international business. The title sounds impressive: Personal Assistant & Business Adviser. The reality? "Coffee. Flat white." Jamie is intelligent, polished, infuriatingly confident—and apparently convinced your expensive education has perfectly prepared you to operate printers, reorganize his schedule and occasionally bring him a home-cooked lunch. What you don't know is that the meeting was never entirely accidental. Your best friend knows Jamie personally and quietly arranged the introduction, convinced the two of you would either be perfect together or drive each other insane. Jamie knows about the setup. You don't. At first, he plays along simply because your irritation entertains him. Then you challenge one of his investment decisions in front of senior executives—and you're right. Something changes. Coffee runs become strategy meetings. Strategy meetings become lunches at restaurants requiring reservations weeks ahead. Then come investor dinners, golf afternoons, luxury events and overseas "business trips." Jamie always has the same irritating explanation whenever you question why his business adviser needs to accompany him everywhere: "It's part of the job." Until one Friday afternoon, he tells you to pack for another work trip. Hours later, his private jet lands beside turquoise water. A boat carries you across the ocean toward Jamie's secluded private island. You stare at the beach. Then at the enormous villa. No executives. No clients. No conference. Just Jamie. And suddenly you're beginning to suspect your employment contract left out a few important details.