Wednesday, May 23, 2007
“Give me a fucking break Rupert” you think to yourself. As you sit there awestruck by the conflicting thoughts of admiration and disgust, the telephone rings on Rupert’s desk begins to ring. He gives the number on the little screen a glance and grumbles.
“It’s those fuckers from Goldmen. Let’s make them feel welcome – I want to get a piece of that underwriting they’re doing for FuckedCo next week”
Rupert looks you directly in the eyes as he says this and captures your glance, holding you hooked to every movement of his body as he picks up the receiver. He winks as his mouth opens, almost telling you “this is how its done”.
“Shalom!” he hollers as he gives you another wink.
Now that’s how it's done - and incidentally, you are now sure beyond a doubt that Rupert has no shame.