No, actually, it was more like they treated him like a rock star crossed with the Pope who was also an Olympic hero.
And of course, he was, without a doubt, the most aggressively nice guy around. He was annoyingly nice. He would chat people up, and he knew every little thing about every single person. He would talk to the other salespeople and the bosses one minute, and the secretaries and the janitors the next. He would even talk to those old-timers who had been working under his dad for years. He would schmooze them up in a way that would seem totally false from most others, but not him. I think he actually cared about these people, which is just nuts to me. He was either the most incredibly friendly guy around or an incredible con man. But as time went on, he never slipped. His perfect veneer never wavered, even after working here for some months. It seemed like he was actually as perfect as everyone thought he was.
