In a section of the book published by Vanity Fair, Ailes explains that their friendship is based entirely on numbers:
Does Rupert like me? I think so, but it doesn’t matter. When I go up to the magic room in the sky every three months, if my numbers are right, I get to live. If not, I’m killed. Our relationship isn’t about love — it’s about arithmetic. Survival means hitting your numbers. I’ve met or exceeded mine in 56 straight quarters. The reason is: I treat Rupert’s money like it is mine.
Here are some more figures: That is 20 percent sort of sad and 80 percent extremely dramatic.