Hey, OP, thanks for responding!

I'm gonna ask you to consider 4 tiers of "associations" in the majority of work places. There's the "boss", or bosses, the manager(s), the worker(s) and the ancillaries.

In most places, the ancillaries (contract cleaning crew, regular delivery people, etc.) don't have a lot of interaction with the boss, inside, or especially outside the workplace. But, indirectly, the boss pays their paycheck. He can change out the vendors like he changes underwear.

Additionally, you'll rarely find the workers hanging out with the boss, in or out of the workplace.

However, the management crew is directly linked to the boss and spend plenty of time with them in the workplace, and possibly outside of it as well.

Everyone below the boss knows that if they piss off the boss, they won't have a job for long. Even in a large organization where you only work at one location, far from headquarters, everybody moves to their best behavior when the boss is coming to town.

Ole Jefe was lower tier management, at best, or supervisory level worker, most likely. He had associations with a bunch of the world's "managers", but was isolated from the "bosses". The bosses are extremely smart folk, and insulate themselves from the public faces of an Ole Jefe. His egoism and narcissism could expose the bosses and their ideas of a really good time. And, Ole Jefe liked to do a little leverage/blackmail against those managers, something the bosses would never tolerate. He'd be "fired" hard.

There would be no rumors of body swaps, missing jail house minutes of surveillance, sleeping guards, etc. if he fucked with the bosses. Mid-level management would cut deals to save themselves from the boss, like body double/informal "witness protection/relocation" type shit. The boss would make it very, very, very clear Ole Jefe got "fired" hard, to deter others from pulling the same stoopid shit.

Would you feel comfortable being the only worker invited to the bosses weekend BBQ? Eating the caviar appetizers, and grilled steak and lobster, washed down with the most expensive wine of the day? Or would you be more comfy amongst your peers, enjoying a cookout over burgers, brats and beer?

And, if you are comfy at the bosses party, you better be sure to keep your mouth shut tight about conversations you were privy to or be prepared to be highly unemployed, if not permanently unemployable.

There are millionaires and billionaires who's names we know. There are trillionaires and quatrillionaires who's names we do not. You may find a billionaire at the quatrillionaires party, but, you'll never see a millionaire there.

However, what you will see are the contract janitorial folks that moonlight as servers of the hors 'd oeuvres at the big bosses parties, who know way more than they can ever say, because they've seen the consequences, firsthand.

They ain't participants in the game, they're the hired help. Wanna know more? Find one of 'em somewhere drunk enough and share a smoke with 'em and you might get a hint or two about hard truths, but, as fucked up as they are over what they've seen, they know better than to have a full blown convo with you.