Trump accountants deny knowing Trump Org - I think they brought coffee
We knew who they were, they brought coffee
“Letitia James is being mean to us. She’s biased because she’s a Democrat and we’re…, we’re…, damn I forgot again. Just a second, I’ll text Junior. He’ll know. I’m not allowed to bother my father.”
That was Eric Trump trying to explain to me why the NYAG was being “mean” to the Trumps, as he has been alleging.
It was at this point I realized I may as well have been showing a card trick to a dog. No comprehension. I could see it in his dead, vacuous eyes. Nothing there. I was clearly wasting my time. And I found it odd that he didn’t express any surprise that a talking cat was asking him questions. I crept off quietly so as not to alarm him. When one is talking with Eric, one gets the feeling that this is a boy who is startled by sunrise. Every morning.
My next course of action was to call in on Trump’s accountants, Mazars in NYC. It was there I spoke with Genevieve Mazars, VP of American operations.
I wanted to know if Trump actually paid them for work done. And if not, which was highly probable, why did they continue to do business with the Trumps?
Genevieve took a deep breath and explained, “They don’t pay bills. Not as a rule. But he was president after all - and that was worth something to us. It’s not like he actually paid our fees. I think he did send us a frozen steak or a bottle of something he was passing off as vodka or something like that, once. Of course, he billed us for it. And like the gullible, greedy peckerwoods we are - we paid.
“I will not miss them. Eric was harmless enough, but Junior and the old man were disgusting pigs. You always knew when they were coming. Birds would stop singing, dogs would start barking and children would burst into tears. The air would suddenly be heavy with the scent of Tic Tacs. Junior would be chemically altered on some drug or other. Judging by his glassy eyes and the powder under his nose, I would guess cocaine. I called him out on it once. He just rubbed the powder off and sucked his finger as he thanked me. No, I will not miss them. Now as much as I love cats, and it has been a delight, you must get the fuck out of here. I have work to do.”