“How do you make things happen?” he asks. “You just show up in a room. The fixer’s main job is to show up and shut up. All your opponents should be doing is looking at you in a $3,000 suit that looks like it cost every penny of that, shined shoes, hair combed. Have an aura, be happy and smile and let everyone else wonder what the fuck you do. They know why you’re there. I wear a Mickey Mouse watch to throw people off balance. I’m not physically imposing but people know I’m ready to throw a punch...even at 70 years old.”
With the arrival of the fixer, a threat is implied but not made.
Many of the people you may have to cozy up with as a fixer aren’t on as lofty a perch as the Supreme Pontiff. Sheinfopf, when surveying the long list of folks in his orbit over the years, can recall stories working with everyone from commercial developers to politicians, real estate tycoons to folks involved in “gaming,” and, in at least one instance, the mob itself.