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I Worked For The King!

Worked for The King!

Would you say I was exaggerating if I told you I worked for the King of Cambodia? Upon arriving I sent a text to my local host/assistant, and he replied,

“Welcome to the Kingdom!”

So, what can I say, this was legit. My driver picked me up and started telling me all the buildings and businesses this particular king owned. This is not a tall tale at all. When my friend contacted me and told me he was the CEO of Cambodian Broadcasting Systems, I was very surprised. When he told me that the king owned half the station and therefore it was part of the Cambodian Kingdom, I was really surprised. After he told me he wanted me to come and consult for him and the station I was excited! I was looking forward to the whole experience and felt weird that I would not be able to speak the local language.

Working for the Kingdom!

As I said before it’s not much of a tall tale and not a lie. I mean if the station is owned by the king, I can say I worked for the king right! Alright, so it’s not like I was the jester in the kingdom or a knight of any sort. I didn’t get to meet royalty or anything of the sort. I kind of wish I did but I guess I will save that for another trip. However, I was there as a consultant, therefore I have worked for the King of Cambodia, right? I am sure that in Britain many people could and have said that they worked for the King and Queen, right? Therefore, I am claiming that I have worked for the King!

What was it like?

So, I didn’t get to meet the king. I met some of his aides and of course my friend from Jakarta. Upon arrival, I noticed that the people were very timid, shy, and almost scared. Indonesians are not the bravest of the bunch, but this was even stranger.  This was a mixed bag of feelings. Driving on the normal side of the road with the driver on the left and yet the whole place felt more reminiscent of Jakarta than Canada. The cars were a mix of American, exotic cars and a handful of Range Rovers, Bentleys,s and even a Rolls Royce. There were McLarens, Lamborghinis, and Porsches.

Where did I land? Where this was a mixed-up place? My hotel room felt like it belonged to the 70s. I had all these once high-tech buttons on the side of my bed, yet across the street was a massive casino and a 60-floor high gold building that my driver proudly pointed out. I was looking forward to the days to come and more will come for sure so stay tuned.

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Zsolt Zsemba

Zsolt Zsemba has worn many different hats. He has been an entrepreneur, and businessman for over 30 years. Living abroad has given him many amazing experiences in life and also sparked his imagination for writing. After moving to Canada from Hungary at the age of 10 and working in a family business for a large part of his life. The switch from manufacturing to writing came surprisingly easily for him. His passion for writing began at age 12, mostly writing poetry and short stories. In 1999, the chance came to write scripts. Zsolt took some time off from his family business to write in Jakarta Indonesia for MD Entertainment. Having written dozens of soap operas and made for TV movies, in 2003 Zsolt returned to the family business once more. In 2018, he had the chance to head back to Asia once again. He took on the challenge to be the COO for MD Pictures and get back into the entertainment business. The entertainment business opened up the desire to write once more and the words began to flow onto the pages again. He decided to rewrite a book he began years ago. Organ House was reborn and is a fiction suspense novel while Scars is a young adult drama focused on life’s challenges. After the first two books, his desire to write not only became more challenging but enjoyable as well. After having several books completed he was convinced to publish them for your enjoyment. Zsolt does not tend to stay in one specific genre but tends to lean towards strong female leads and horror. Though he also has a few human interest books, he tends to write about whatever brews in his brain for a while.