A riveting saga of deceit, scandal, sex, greed and power&
I've traveled all over the world. I've stayed in the best hotels and eaten in the best restaurants. But that isn't me. I'm a simple man. I have simple tastes and I live in a simple house.
But people who knew of my past life still want to know . . . what's it like? What's it like to work for the richest family on earth, the Royal Family of Brunei?
Well they have money and they spend it, I answer them. I tire of the subject. I know once they get a taste of the story, the questions will keep coming.
No, they answer. That's not what I mean. What's it like to travel with the Royal Family? What are they like?
How can I answer that?
What are they like? They are one of the last true monarchies here on earth. They still rule with a word and with a wave of their hand, no different than they did centuries ago. I worked for a true monarchy, which could have been taken straight out of the movie, The King and I .
There is not enough time in a day or even a week to tell them all there is to tell.
Yet this story is true. It is no movie nor is it a fairy tale.
I lived it.
For a simple man like me who lives in a simple house, to become a slave of the highest order and to have lived in their world is still surreal.
I see you interrupting me, A slave you say. There are no longer any slaves.
I scoff at you. I was indeed a slave. What do you call a person who has no life other than what the prince or princess gives them as their daily morsel. What do you call a man who does not sleep but maybe three hours a night waiting by the phone for orders or instructions for twelve years on end? Shall I tell those who ask that the work almost killed me several times over? Shall I tell them that I was indeed a slave who lost his wife because of years of neglecting her and who did not get to see his owlc'