Chapter 4 – Extract 2 from The Paradise Induction!
I was nineteen and it was the third of eight occupations I’ve held in my life.
Taking a year out from academics, the job was at a software retailer on the Kings Road in London. The employer was not only a psychopath, he was also the only black man I’d ever worked for, not improving my feelings about my own race. A twenty-seven year-old Jamaican man called Draco, his voice sounded slightly high, almost feminine in its lightness.
One Saturday, after proclaiming with unwavering sincerity that he would be “the next billionaire Bill Gates,” he proudly told a story, not looking at me, but at his mobile phone as he typed away.