Everybody Else: "Forgive me for speaking out of turn, mistress, but what about Marisa and Aimee?"
Heidi: "I suppose we'll have to. Thanks for your input, this was a really good meeting."
Heidi asks what they could have done better, and Derek mentions the chicken suit, says he's joking, but he's only half joking, and more than anything this is canny socially, because he's saying this true thing as a joke at Marisa's expense, because his main issue here is A) being with Marisa all day and thus part of the problem with marketing, and B) being with Marisa all day and thus not in the Cult and not privy to their sneaky cult behavior, of which he's shown he's totally aware. Heidi says ultimately they're pretending to run businesses, and that Marisa's the only one she has to manage, because everybody else does whatever she says. And until this week I would say that everybody wins, then, because Heidi's always right, but this week she was wrong about, like, every single thing. Aimee is still stuck in that movie about the gay dudes on the mountain, talking about how the Fellowship must remain strong in the face of Sauron's army and that the team -- which is temporary and meaningless and will -- she explained earlier -- fall apart as a matter of course. Heidi's like, "So what everybody's saying is that if we don't throw Piggy off the cliffside right now without benefit of boardroom, we're going to be homeless forever?" Nobody even picks up the conch at this one, just nods sadly. She's gotta go, they've all decided, with the powers of their own free will and not because Heidi is actually Hannibal the Cannibal.
Exec Steve tells Trump that Kinetic's problem was marketing, and we cut to Marisa and Derek entering the mansion with their luggage. Trump totally rushes Steve out the door about how really helpful their meeting has been and how it's a great honor to meet with El Pavo Guapo himself. Downstairs, Angela feels a little weird about Andie holding the door open for her, and won't look her in the eye. Trump meets them in the dungeon and he's wearing a wicked shiny gold tie this week. His first question, who created the Paradise Pollo Bowl, is answered quickly by Heidi and Kristine herself; he calls it "your concoction," which I love, and Kristine tells him it was actually fabulous. Not in a rude way, but in a way where he's not going to get her to admit failure on this point alone. Sean asks if it would appeal to anybody, and she says yes, and Trump wonders if California fusion cuisine can turn you gay like a bathing suit can.