Tonight I went to a party hosted by the very... enthusiastic Mrs. Holcombe. I don't get invited to her parties often because she hates having me so when I got the invite to go I could not resist going and irritating her. Her dislike in having me is much too obvious. I wasn't there long before my father introduced me to a Mr. Peter Keating. He introduced him to me as his "right hand man" and I knew right away that meant that Mr. Keating was ambitious and really only wanted to meet me to try and win over my father. I laughed at this on the inside. He obviously knew nothing about my relationship with my father. Our relationship was strained at best. I was happy to inform Mr. Keating that my father would rather he be nasty to me which I am sure went against everything he had originally intended.
We talked for quite a while at the party. He was fairly honest to me and I of course was just as blunt with him. Unlike most people though, my bluntness didn't seem to turn him off nearly as much. At first he praised the Wynand papers and my column but when I reminded him that that wasn't interesting at all he quickly changed track. Maybe with a little bit of help he will be an interesting friend.
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Peter Keating says: I rather thought that our first could have been much worse. You showed a lot of disdain for me and you seemed to be challenging me and trying to make me hate you. I never did understand why. After all I have been nothing but nice to you. I suppose that is what you hate though; people who are fake nice to you because you are Guy Francon's daughter.
ReplyDeleteHoward Roark says: I always wondered how it was that Peter and you came to know each other. i see now why you married him later on. He was probably the only person who could stand to be around you when you were being vicious.
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