Well, I dragged that last lady interviewee through the mud of a bitter prince’s absolute nightmare finale. If I may confide in your golden smile, sir, it was rather uncomfortable, she was very insistent, disruptive even. So, I want to be fair and ask a hardball question to you about your exuberantly impressive resume, good sir, just to keep things on par.

You’ve included a photograph with this caption handwritten on the back:

“Snapped at a picnic,

Smiley as a little boy,

Always making friends, 

A new bestie Ghislainy,

My luck never runs out.”

If you don't mind me asking, sir, and I hope I don’t offend, but just how high-class are you? 

Because this is very impressive indeed, and I can almost assuredly say you’ve now got the job,

Oh boy, are we lucky to have you, you’ve been hob-knobbing with just the right sort of people,

Those picnics must’ve been heavenly, because this picture is truly top-notch gilded aristocracy,

This sort of thing is usually reserved for old-world aristocratic princes or orange-faced fascists,

It would be such an honour to have someone of your confidant caliber servicing our hard elites,

Expanding your warm golden bar, relaying deep prodding networks of such innocent credential.

You know, like many everyday folk living through never-ending disasters,

I’ve had a life experience where I now see elite conspiracies everywhere,

But this pic right here, oh yes, it just really soothes my mind well, good sir.

You’re the right outside-insider to be assigned this top job,

Out drinking beers in old-timer crowds without any plans,

You even got a hackey stick and damn, them fine shoes,

The embodiment of a prince’s worst financial gambles,

And I’ve lost all trust in those diligent elected officials,

So a greedy moment really deserves a shiny banker,

A secretive coin-hoarder refusing ethical openness,

A corporate elbow-rubber with a bright smiley face,

A renowned phallicanthropist, just giving it their all,

Smelling like a flowering of donor clinking pockets,

Plus, a moneyman without shame is so inspiring,

Your interesting as the bored rooms you grace,

And your elite-trotting ways are so in-touchy,

Such a reflection of this here proud nation,

And not of a city-state of financial fame,

Nor davos dude spit-balling rich tales,

You're an expansive balloon, sir, 

With no bubble pop in sight,

The golden personality,

Oh, such a delight,

Stay genuine,

So sobrite,

- Hired!

And damn that disruptive woman!