31 > “Educate me”

Musk’s private plane landed at 2:00 a.m. at New Jersey’s Teterboro Airport on Halloween, the first Monday following his takeover. He had already been planning to visit the company’s main East Coast office, but advertisers’ concerns, exacerbated by his Pelosi tweet, made the trip all the more urgent.

At the Chelsea office, building staff and assistants had been told to prepare for their new leader’s arrival, and they wanted to impress. But they had little to accommodate, much less entertain, Musk’s toddler son, who had traveled with his father. There was no play area or place for him to nap, so they improvised, clearing out a storage closet that usually held chairs and tables and laying down blankets. The workers gathered various Twitter-branded throw pillows from around the office to build a makeshift bed, while someone went out and purchased a set of building blocks. The staffers watched as the child and his nanny settled into the small space, which remained guarded by two bulky security guards who followed Musk’s progeny at all times.

Across from the storage closet, Musk began a series of meetings with the leaders from some of the world’s top advertising agencies. With Personette’s resignation confirmed, Musk was joined by Maheu. Berland had vouched for Maheu personally and told Musk about his connections with the largest advertising companies in the world.

Maheu immediately brokered meetings for Musk with WPP, Publicis Groupe, and Horizon Media. The goal was to reassure the ad agencies that Musk’s Twitter wouldn’t descend into a cesspool of misinformation and hate speech. The previous Friday, General Motors announced that it would pause advertising on Twitter, and other brands were rumored to be heading down the same path. The chaos was less than ideal for the multibillion-dollar corporations trying to sell people cars or convince them to watch a new movie. (General Motors, a competitor with Tesla, sought assurances that its advertising data wouldn’t be shared between Musk’s companies before it resumed spending.)

Maheu, a shrewd Frenchman who had developed deep connections to the ad industry over a decade at Twitter, knew he had to act fast to prevent the contagion from spreading. It would take only a matter of days before others would follow General Motors like lemmings, leading to steep reductions in revenue. He tried to make the gatherings orderly, but it was impossible.

In the meetings with advertisers, Musk surrounded himself with his motley entourage. There was X and Musk’s mother, Maye, who was in New York for an event that evening. Calacanis joined, as did Michael Tucker, a music producer better known as BloodPop, who had written songs for Justin Bieber, Britney Spears, and Lady Gaga. Tucker’s presence went unexplained and he sat in silence through some of the meetings. Advertisers were equally puzzled by their spontaneous introduction to the Musk circle.

Musk said the right things to advertisers and committed to a vision of continued content moderation. But Maheu also noticed a strange dynamic developing. Even though they were skittish, the ad agency leaders didn’t challenge Musk but rather wanted to charm him. They asked him softball questions and cozied up to him. After all, this was the leader not only of Twitter but also Tesla and SpaceX, two multibillion-dollar companies that did little to no advertising. What if those companies decided they wanted to start running ads one day?

The flattery was on full display that afternoon when Bill Koenigsberg, the chief executive of Horizon Media—an ad firm that represented Hershey’s and Burger King—parroted a question that had been asked repeatedly since Musk announced his takeover.

“My clients asked, ‘Is he going to get Donald Trump back on the platform?’ ” he said.

Musk had grown tired of the question. So instead of giving his typical staid answer, he took out his iPhone, opened up the Twitter app, and drafted a tweet: “If I had a dollar for every time someone asked me if Trump is coming back on this platform, Twitter would be minting money!” He looked around the room.

“You’re my content counsel,” Musk said with a wide grin. “Should I tweet that or not?”

To Maheu, the billionaire was like a fifth grader asking his parents if he could light an M80 in the house. Calacanis, giggling, said yes. So did his mother. Koenigsberg, who clearly had no intention of rocking the boat, gave his approval. The music producer gave his thumbs-up.

“No,” said Maheu, the lone voice of dissent, knowing that any mention of Trump would generate an unneeded press cycle. Musk eyed him briefly, then shrugged. He hit the tweet button.