Star Treatment
September 18, 2008
How does he roll?
Private plane on someone else’s dime
with specific requests about the type of aircraft…like it’s not enough
to bypass commercial flying, you need to fly in a particular model. But
that’s just the beginning.
He can only travel in matching (like
MATCHING!) SUVs with police escort. Three of them. One left empty. And
then a sedan. Why the sedan? Because his lower level staff are not
allowed to ride in SUVs. They are beneath SUVs. His staff must also stay
in a hotel separate from his.
Then there’s eye contact. No eye
contact under any circumstances. If his driver happens to have to idle
for more than 15 seconds with him in the car – say they’re packing up
gear, or waiting for a delivery – the driver must exit the vehicle until
the fleet is ready to move.
Speaking to him of course is out of
the question. Speaking in his vicinity is even worse. The only voice he
wants to hear is his own. You can talk…but only when he gives you
permission. There’s actually a hand signal for that. It comes from his
manager.
Hotel staff learn this lesson quickly. Imagine asking
someone if he wants fresh towels and have him stare back at you, behind
sunglasses, not answering, the silence filling up the room like a flood,
how small that person must feel, that person who works and busts her
ass for minimum wage, not even to be acknowledged, to feel the message
from a millionaire that she is not worth engaging? Not even a nod?
If
he walks past you in the hall, you must turn your back. If you don’t
turn your back he’ll stop walking. His team will stand in a wall around
him for fear that you might breathe on him. Worse still, they will
harass you. They will intimidate you. They will treat you like a
criminal and report you to make sure you are punished.
All of
this and more, communicated without shame, without embarrassment,
executed as though it’s the most natural way to behave … these are His
Rules.
Lainey has revealed this one to be Sean P. Diddy Combs.
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