By John LeFevre
Darkly humorous, remarkably revealing, and totally unapologetic, Straight to Hell is John LeFevre’s personal account of his adventures as a globe-conquering funding banker whose profession spanned big apple, London, and Hong Kong. Sitting above the “Chinese Wall” isolating funding banking and revenues and buying and selling, in a senior place with a different vantage aspect, LeFevre did billion-dollar offers with sovereign debtors, prestigious multinational agencies, and each financial institution on Wall road, let alone chinese language tycoons and Indonesian thugs, and shot up the ranks to be some of the most prolific bond syndicate managers in Asia. He additionally acquired banned from the 4 Seasons, the place he used to be residing on the time, totaled his brand-new Maserati, and indulged in riotous debauchery off and on the buying and selling floor.
Hundreds of hundreds of thousands stick with LeFevre’s @GSElevator Twitter account; Goldman Sachs introduced an inner research into his tweets, and while his actual id used to be printed, it created a countrywide media firestorm—but that was once in simple terms a part of the tale. Straight to Hell delves deep within an that's either envied and reviled, taking you from the learning courses, buying and selling flooring, and roadshows to non-public planes, shady bargains, and after-hours overindulgence. this isn't a moralistic story of redemption. jam-packed with stunning rule-breaking, frat-boyish antics, and win-at-all-cost schemes, Straight to Hell overtly pulls again the curtain at the deviant and totally over the top international of finance. additionally integrated are the very best traces from @GSElevator, created and curated by way of LeFevre.
Prepare your self and buckle up, simply because this can be some of the most pleasing and eye-opening books ever written in regards to the international of finance.
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He’s an ABC from California, or as he says, “I ain’t chinese language. I’m from Cali, nigga. ” He used to be the child in highschool who was once easily “cool” and never “pretty cool for an Asian child. ” where is fantastic. we alter into plush bathrobes and stick to the attractive hostess right into a monstrous Romanesque chamber, entire with marble columns and waterfalls.. all of us get bare (if Asian dudes realized to manscape, it can glance higher) and hop within the sizzling bathtub. This thoroughly redefines the proposal of the “executive exercise session. ” We jump our manner from sizzling bathtub to ice-cold plunge pool to Jacuzzi (the dimension of a swimming pool) and again to the new bath. From there, we hit the steam room, the sauna, and eventually again to the Jacuzzi for a rinse, all at a rapid-fire speed. “What’s the push? ” I’m pressured as to why we’re condensing all of this amazingness right into a twenty-minute hopscotch. “This is simply the warm-up; we can’t waste an excessive amount of time in the following. And you’ll have lots of time to hang around right here after your therapeutic massage. ” The hostess seems to be with new gowns and slippers and directs us upstairs to a living room quarter, that's packed with reclining chairs and covered with TVs broadcasting CNBC, Bloomberg, and a number of other neighborhood Cantonese channels. many of the seats are occupied through older chinese language males in gowns, interpreting newspapers, consuming noodles, chain-smoking, or napping. There’s no longer one other white man in sight. The occasional sound of throat-clearing is a slightly disagreeable reminder that this isn’t fairly the Elysium that the 1st room is. we're instantly met through middle-aged girls wearing stools, one for every folks. They hand us what seems like a menu, all written in chinese language, after which commence massaging our toes. Andy grabs my menu. “Don’t fear approximately it, homie, I received you. ” 5 mins later, 4 women in bikinis lead each one people away in numerous instructions. Andy preempts my visible confusion. “I ordered you a sixty-minute therapeutic massage. whilst you’re complete, meet us again within the sizzling bathtub. ” My woman takes me right into a inner most room that resembles spa amenities it's possible you'll see in at a Ritz-Carlton, yet no longer rather at a 4 Seasons. She skips the half the place she’s speculated to inquire from me if I want lavender or jasmine oil and jumps correct into the therapeutic massage. For any such great position, I’m shocked that she’s no more methodical. After rubbing my shoulders halfheartedly for not more than 5 mins, she says, “Okay, you switch over now. ” I roll over onto my again, and she or he instantly grabs my flaccid cock. Her bikini most sensible is long gone. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. therapeutic massage only,” I say, a little reluctantly pushing her hand away. After 5 mins extra of the world’s worst shoulder rubbing, she says, “Okay, you switch over now. ” back, I oblige. strangely, she starts off massaging my chest. mins later, she grabs my semi-erect cock. once more, I get rid of her hand, this time a piece extra slowly. I roll again onto my belly and say, “Massage. M̀hgòi. ” That’s Cantonese for either “please” and “thank you. ” This technique repeats itself numerous extra instances, until eventually one in every of us simply offers up.