Mnuchin, notwithstanding his sterling pedigree - 2nd gen Goldman Sachs, private schools, Yale, Skull & Crossbones - and the enormous wealth he has accumulated, is a sniveling nebbisth with a clear sense of "I'm really out of my league", particularly when life is measured by anything other than money.
On his 3rd seemingly lily-white shiksah (a gentile girl when married to a jewish guy), he still needs to validate himself to these airhead blonds; one was set up with an art gallery, the other cashed in on a super-duper-prenup, and this one, Linton, is so full of herself, that Stevie-poo needs to keep her interested - trip to fort knox for the eclipse, gov plane to europe.

He's just a sniveling weasel whose sole role in life is to lower taxes on the wealthiest of Americans so his ex-partners at Goldman Sachs will finally accept him as more than an impotent little drone with money making talent.