He's got that Willy Loman "Death of a Salesman" air of desperation about him, short, obviously dyed brown hair combed over in thin wisps, pointy features, thick glasses...maybe my age but somehow seems older, bad tweed suit, solid gold version of a cheap wristwatch, elbow patches, ...
He's J***'s protege, the vice president of his 100,000,000$ per annum + national company....
You look at him, maybe 5'2", badly dressed, 95 lbs soaking wet, not at all an Alpha Male, I know, we get a lot of CEO's, Presidents, Vice Presidents, Etc. in the restaurant. They fit the stereotypes, Elon Musk, Richard Branson, the successful types...larger than average, muscular, handsome, socially fluent...
He's definitely not one. But he's an old schoolyard chum of J***'s, and sometimes that's all it takes...
You look at him, you think of a Chihuahua, he's got the same general look, the general excitable disposition, he's analyzing the company's staff with J*** and he's describing them all as "Fraggles" or "Muppets..."....
He's the sad caricature of a sad, worn out little man, selected not so much for his vision or competence as his ability to say "Yes" or "No" as J*** requires. He's the pathetic little axe-man.
Imagine a less cool and shorter father of Marty in "Back to the Future"....I wonder how he found him, in his Zen like reveries, watching the Chihuahua being run to the ground by a pack of wolves and mistaking the prey for the leader, thinking to himself "That's the man I want...if he can lead those wolves, he can run my company...".
You'd have to be there...