Musk and the goons stayed away from the Halloween festivities, celebrating with the Morgan Stanley bankers in the war room. They sipped Pappy Van Winkle bourbon procured by Michael Grimes, a small token after the deal’s closing fees had made Morgan Stanley millions of dollars. Although Musk was grinning over his glass, he wasn’t satisfied with his conquest. He itched to start another fire drill. Firing the executives was a fine start, but he was eager to put his fingerprints on the product. One of Musk’s gripes was that Twitter’s website required people to log in before they could peruse the
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