That night, Olivia and her cousin Nevan (whom I am strongly considering deeming my nemesis) sit at Midtown restaurant Philippe and order expensive food and wine and talk about other people. You know, rich people's calisthenics. Nevan starts and ends the conversation advocating for Olivia to help Whitney out, thus reinforcing that he and his cousin are pack-leading, in-the-know New Yorkers. In between his bouts of blowing smoke up her ass, Olivia mentions all the awesome and important suggestions (which, conveniently, we didn't see) that she gave to Whitney to help her do her job right. Nevan advises Olivia to stop Whitney from getting "caught up in all that Downtown crap," so she deigns to bring Whitney to a Manolo Blahnik event at Bergdorf Goodman the next day. So, in summary, these are important, intelligent, influential people. Not at all the self-righteous, affected assholes that you think they are.
Elsewhere, Whitney meets up with Jay, who is channeling Justin Bobby (because it was only a matter of time) in a raggedy hat atop some scraggly hair and a hideous hipster outfit, though he does stop short of the farmer's overalls, thank goodness. She gets down to business, going over all that Alex told her about Danielle. He rattles off a fairly detailed explanation of how his actions could be misperceived and even whips out his phone in an offer to call Danielle and straighten this out once and for all. It's a straight-up poker bluff. Of course, Whitney is so taken aback by how balls-out he is that she takes him at his word. She even kind of apologizes to him, saying that she's still feeling out who she can trust. He says some patronizing nonsense about how she should be able to read his energy. He reiterates that he's telling the truth and smooches her hands to make sure they're all good. Whitney nods an okay, but homegirl looks pretty dubious.