Tales from the pestilent road(show).
Four hundred percent, people! Four hundred percent!
Luckily, under its current plan, there will be no need for another awkward conversation on the matter next year.
The Swiss have, as is their wont, precisely quantified the investment bank’s status.
David Solomon’s retail revolution has yet to hit the partnership.
You won’t need to worry about profits doubling once Marcus is in charge.
Whoever it was should probably be polishing their resume, once the security guards finish escorting them out.
Sure, it's weird that MLB is letting investment funds grab equity in franchises, but at least the teams are already obsessed with being investment grade.
Over at 200 West Street, the trading Trotskyites are bailing out the WeWork-investing Stalinists [this is a perfect allegory].
DJ D-Sol should ask Charles Schwab about the wisdom of ignoring the kamikaze trading platform for Millennials.
This is escalating quickly.
Marty Chavez is going back to his New Mexico monastery.
Jamie Dimon seduced Adam Neumann in what we assume was a "Dangerous Liaisons" wager scenario with Lloyd Blankfein.
Due to new office policy, One Wells Fargo Center literally has The McSh!ts.
The Age of Denial is over and the Deutsche Bank we know is truly dead.
Don't watch, Uber, or Lyft, or Snap, or et al.
What? Is this not a perfect pairing of artist and subject?
Here's something that won't anger anyone.
Paul Achleitner has created a situation in which he feels that he can't afford to fire the chief of his failing investment banking unit.