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“You’ve gotta be honest with her, so just lie your ass off.”
”What?”
”Yeah. You know, feed her bullshit. Great strategy, good product, analytics back your target market fit, blahblahblah. Corporate.”
”Why?”
”Because she can’t fucking STAND it, and that’s the point. Listen, if you’re honest to me, what does that communicate?”
”That I trust you?”
”That you trust me. And what does that tell you?”
”I don’t know.”
”It tells you that I’m a fucking chump, that’s what. Who trusts an IB? Nobody. NO-BODY except the guy who jacked his promotion two weeks ago at Uccello for the price of some partner kiss-ass. You get it?”
”She wants to feel she’s a threat.”
”Eg-fuckin-zactly, dude. You have to frame her as a threat, and that means feeding bullshit, and that means she’s gonna hate you. She hates ALL of us, man, all of.. ok, not Asher—she’s fucking Asher—but hey probly she hates him too. And that’s respect, you know? If she’s such a fuckin’ tiger, would she waste energy on hating someone she didn’t respect?”
”I guess not.”
”You guess not. Fuck me, man. You gotta get a spine here.”