He didn't think it was embarrassing to admit he rarely went to bars for fun. Perhaps the younger trust-fund kids found it uncool, too old-fashioned and boring, but to Victor Morgan, things like that really weren't a big deal.
"Isn't that perfectly normal?" The next evening, Jessie Sterling was at home, hugging a throw pillow. She'd gone down to Quincy Sterling's room and was now lying on her bed, talking about it. Quincy, busy typing a work summary on her tablet, replied, "In his position, he's the one who sets the trends. Why would he need to cater to those wet-behind-the-ears trust fund kids?"
Quincy said this without looking up. "That's good."
Jessie: "...Is that the point? The point is he actually doesn't get involved with all those questionable people out there..."
She had attended galas with Director Sterling before, and at events that the public might see as "high-class" and "elegant," she had witnessed some very unseemly things.
