"He's looking to solidify his holdings in the States," the chairman continued, picking up a fountain pen. "His daughter, Eleanor, is back from overseas. She's polished, she's wealthy, and she understands the weight of a name like Grant. I think it's time we discuss a formal arrangement."
Julian felt a surge of irritation.
"Eleanor Windsor?" he said. "I am not interested in a political marriage, father. Especially not now."
"Interested?" the chairman gave a dry, humorless laugh. "This isn't a hobby, Julian. You are not getting any younger. Your mother and I would like to see our grandchildren before we're in the ground, and we'd like them to have the right pedigree."
"Hold on with the matchmaking," Julian said. "I have enough on my plate with the leak and the current mergers. I don't have time for a trophy wife."
