“You will find the worst managers working for French banks in London”

efinancialcareers.com:

Navigating the treacherous waters of French Banks' neo-favoritism can be akin to a dicey game of Monopoly played in a dimly lit alley. Picture this: nestled in the heart of London's financial hub, there existed a manager by the name of Brunon «The Terrible.» Oh, Brunon was quite the character, notorious for his formidable presence on the trading floor and his uncanny ability to dodge the bill at the local pub after a long day's work.

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Brunon's management style was as passive-aggressive as they come. Instead of issuing direct orders, he preferred to sprinkle his conversations with thinly veiled jabs and sardonic remarks masquerading as sage advice. «Ah, Steven, if you harbor any aspirations of climbing the corporate ladder, perhaps a tad less laughter in our boardroom deliberations wouldn't go amiss.»

And let us not forget the meetings—oh, the meetings! Brunon had a knack for conveniently forgetting his attendance, only to nonchalantly brush it off with a casual, «Apologies chaps, must have slipped my mind. I trust you managed just fine in my absence, hmm?»

But Brunon’s pièce de résistance was his penchant for mockery. Whether it was comparing Susan's project to a unicorn's flight or likening Jim's presentation to watching paint dry in a deserted town, Brunon’s barbs knew no bounds. 

This reign of terror was not without consequence. His questionable antics and the growing discontent among his team led to whispers of his downfall. In time, the once mighty Brunon found himself teetering on the precipice of uncertainty, hanging by a thread from the lofty perch from which he metaphorically  

This reign of terror was not without consequence. His questionable antics and the