Continued from Part 1 – living with strangers and shopping
I remember the moment I knew I had a serious problem with my new PA, Zvonimir.
Near the end of his third shift he asked if I wanted a game of chess. I remembered him talking about chess before and, detecting that he was a fairly accomplished player, I had already mentally prepared myself for a nonchalant defeat. I convinced myself that I really should have been working anyway, and so any loss was going to be down to a lack of concentration.