We had an implicit understanding, or so I thought.  I would do your grueling dirty work, and make you gobs of cash.  You would underpay me, but pretend not to notice when I did a little work on my own stuff.  When need be.
Which is why taping my conversations was a Very Bad Idea.  But even worse was “talking” to me about what you heard. During my lunch break!
Because this is just a day job for me.  And there are others.  If I want one.
And since I can no longer work on my own stuff (when need be), I can no longer justify being here.
And your competitors will not be foolish enough to tape me.  Never mind “talk” to me about they heard.
Next time you want to see how a middle manager you “don’t want to lose” is performing, don’t be such a lazy bastard.  Run the numbers, walk over to his desk, and give him a sholom aleichem. Like they did in Poland.
Zionists are great negotiators.  The best.  You walk away from the table giving away almost nothing.
And then shit starts blowing up.  And you wonder why people are so crazy.