Hicks Fix
Ms. Get-in-front-of-it meets Mr. Fixit.
Translation: Frustrated publicist (Hope Hicks) meets maladjusted lawyer (Michael Cohen) with errant client (Donald Trump).
Futures at risk, both are not doing well.
Michael Cohen didn’t want this. Neither did Hope Hicks. Despite their misgivings managing, yet being dangled like marionettes by their mutual client, Cohen and Hicks were employees of the Trump organization.
There they worked for their boss, twice previous aspiring candidate for President. There they would remain, save for Hicks, who was recruited as a kind of communications image bodyguard for the newly elected President. Cohen would stay behind working for the “Organization,” marooned in New York where the ‘fixing’ sans Donald was desultory, remote from the klieg lights of DC.
They come from different cultural backgrounds: she from Greenwich, Connecticut — wealthy, arriviste, white Republican suburban enclave; he from ‘five towns’ suburban Long Island— less arriviste than xenophobic, wealthy, Republican, Nassau County.
Both wanted to ascend. For both, Trump was their ticket.
For Trump, there were differences. Hicks’ daddy was a generous Republican donor. Cohen, a lawyer, had experience fixing things, didn’t shy from offering physical threats, owned a fleet of cabs…
