Page 47 of Blind Date
Weston
I had just arrived at the office when Kylie ran in with her iPad.
“Good morning.” I smiled.
“Did you see it?”
“See what?” I sat down behind my desk.
“Page Six?” She turned her iPad around.
Billionaire Weston Castile Trades Five-Star Dining for a Greasy Spoon with High School Teacher Samantha Hollis.
The notoriously private real estate mogul was spotted leaving Manhattan’s Starlight Café with local high school teacher Samantha Hollis after what sources describe as a two-hour dinner date.
“You took her out on another date?” Kylie asked.
“I did.”
“What is going on, Wes?” Her eyes narrowed.
“It’s good publicity, right?”
“Well, yes, but?—”
“You want my image restored, so I’m restoring it.”
“Kylie, can you give me a moment with my grandson?” My grandmother stepped into my office.
“Of course, ma’am.” She narrowed her eyes at me as she walked out of my office.
“Good morning, Grandmother.”
“I saw Page Six this morning. Do you know how humiliating it is to read that a Castile ate at the Starlight Café? What is wrong with you?”
“You really need to try their patty melt. It was incredible.” I smiled.
“Are you trying to destroy this company?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked with irritation. “You wanted me to clean up my image, so I am.”
“By dining at a grease pit, Weston? I raised you better than that.”
“You raised me to appreciate good food.”
“I raised you to have standards. And eating at that diner isn’t having standards. You were supposed to go on one date.”
“I decided on two.”
“Watch yourself, boy.” She pointed at me. “Your grandfather and your father upheld the image of this company, and I expect the same from you.”
“How is my eating at the Starlight Café hurting the image of this company? If anything, it makes me more human.”
“It’s disgusting and tarnishing our reputation. Don’t do it again. And don’t forget about the party at the country club tomorrow.”
“I haven’t forgotten.”
She stood and walked out of my office.
