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“Excuse me?” Michael Weist asked, flagging down a waiter. “Can we get some waters and some service? That would be, like, amazing.”

The 23-year-old talent manager was sitting at the pastel-infused Ladurée, which he’d billed as “airy and casual,” one of his favorite places to take clients in Beverly Hills. But it had been 10 minutes, and a server had yet to approach. He glanced at his assistant and photographer a few tables over, noticing them enjoying ice-cold lemonades. “I would love something to drink, but apparently we’re just, like, chopped liver,” he told his employees. One of them picked up his glass and brought it over to Weist, who took a sip and promptly declared: “That is horrible.” talent manager

You don’t need to spend long with Weist to understand why he’d make a fascinating documentary subject. He’s always blunt and sometimes rude, constantly dressed in a uniform of designer wares. At the French cafe, he was sporting a Cartier bracelet and rings, a Chanel necklace and earrings and Christian Louboutin dress shoes.