Rick was the typical trust fund baby, spoiled rotten by his white parents – but they still insisted he get a job. Despite his inexperience, he seemed to think he was qualified for any high-level job when he came to interview with me. He was smug and looked miserable at the same time, and I knew I had no choice but to help him accept a job at the bottom as I took him into trance. Yet, I’m not sure if he wants to climb the corporate ladder anymore – Enrique barely understands English anymore, but he’s always smiling as my happy poolboy.