He can’t help but feel anxious here, though it was his father’s party. That was in fact part of the problem: these were his father’s friends. Or rather, his father’s allies. His father had told him that he didn’t really care for most of these people, but that they were useful to him. People were useful, his father had taught him. Or at least, he had tried. He doesn’t know if he was cut out for politics like father was. He’d been getting accustomed to running a business when his father had pushed him to run. He agreed, because he always did. He’s nursing a half drunk glass of champagne, a convenient excuse to rush to the bar when he wanted to. A lot of people were coming up to him, of course more interested in his father than him. Which he was fine with. He can see a senator approaching him from across the room and he quickly looked around to try and find a familiar, friendly face, eventually settling on Diana. He quickly went up to her, flashing her a friendly smile. “It’s nice to see you, Mrs. Hartley,” he greeted her politely. “Are you having a good time?”
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