Stephen Westman is trying to negotiate with Out's photographer, David Roemer, to buy a particularly striking head shot of Pete Wentz, one in which, for a change, he looks like a grown-up. “Wait,” Roemer asks. “What exactly do you do for Pete?”
Westman shrugs, bright blue eyes sparkling. “I'm his bitch.”
It's true that Westman, 30, has no real title, but he's hardly anyone's bitch. He just doesn't know how to help his mom brag about his career. “I look like a douche bag,” he says, cringing. “None of the shit fits.”
Since January he's had only one real job: business partner in the growing empire of Pete Wentz. Westman runs Wentz's clothing and media company, Clandestine Industries; is working to steadily expand their chain of bars, Angels & Kings; and serves as general-assignment wrangler for any of the dozens of crazy ideas Wentz's hyperactive brain churns out. (keep reading)
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