Felisha and Alla walk out of the building together, and Felisha looks really pretty. Upstairs, there's a slow-motion shot of Trump heading toward the suite, and it's just as hilarious the fifteenth time as it was the first. He opens the door and Rebecca and Randal are standing at attention just inside, like at the beginning of the episode, when Alla thought her bonfires could save her.
Crazy Taxi: Felisha admits that she just didn't perform, didn't give the best she had to offer, and that this sucks, because it was her last task, which means that nobody will have a good memory about it, not even her. Alla then goes crazy nuts some more, losing a fair amount of what respect and goodwill I'd been able to retain for her through the Boardroom: "Mr. Trump didn't say that I am a terrible leader. He just said that there are very few people out there than can lead me. People have said I'm difficult -- or challenging -- to lead. Maybe they are weak themselves. I can be led by the right leader, that's all I can say." Shades of Marshawn and Brian, no? Felisha rolls her eyes affectionately. The end. I love that it ended on that, on something beautiful and funny after all that awkward ugliness.
Lessons learned: If you're entering a leadership competition, try to make sure that you don't have a violent phobia of leadership first. That can fuck things up for you. If you're going to be the boss, actually be the boss -- people can smell that on you so fast, and they won't hesitate to eat you alive, so don't stick your neck out unless you can trust yourself. It's an authenticity question, not a propaganda one, so if you feel like you're not standing on solid ground, take a second and figure it out. Trust nobody, especially if you're planning on trusting somebody whom you've watched destroy every other person in her path. That's just dumb.