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chapter forty-eight. the grandfather: part ii
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In Manhattan, some parties are VIP only. Others are strictly private. But some parties are political, and those lines are drawn by the most established of the establishment. And once those lines are drawn, they can never be crossed.
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ELECTION DAY WAS closing in, and minds were needing to decide who owned the right of grabbing the Congress chair in opening. Victoria's vote settled with Tripp Vanderbilt, feeling as though she owed it to the family of her daughter. And, well, she wasn't going to be voting for the Buckley's, especially with the damage that Bree had caused with the father of her daughter, and well, their political views.
There seemed to be a franticness, that even she felt. Oh, that was down to see William Vanderbilt after running away to England for the summer. She didn't know how he was going to react, and Nate had been far too busy to disclose the expectations. Well, she was expected to turn up to the election, apparently the words of the elder man.
Victoria didn't know how she was to push away her anxieties the moment she had stepped into the Empire, the latest hotel to fall underneath Chuck Bass' ownership. He bought out the owner, and not possessed something that his father didn't. The Bass was trying to make a name for himself, to stand out of his father's shadow that he left after his death.
The good thing about the hotel? It was getting Victoria's mind off of reuniting with William and questioning the words he possessed for her. Was he to scowl her? Spit venomous words? All of the things she thought were bad, and maybe it was wrong to assume that William would dive straight in and stab her in the heart with his words. But if Anne wasn't warm with her as she was before, it was doubtful that William was going to be.
Victoria stepped out of the elevator to the penthouse suite, the very top floor of the Empire, which was to be the new home of Chuck and Nate. "Welcome to my new suite." Chuck introduced the moment their wander had begun of the suite. He had showed Nate where his room would be, and the interior design that had been perfected by the decorator he hired. "We patent the media system. Interactive, high-def 3D gaming. Instant access to the world's largest media library. And all in-house food, spa services. Just touch the button." He gestured towards the TV screen, clipped to the wall between a shelving unit. "Blair's favorite part, real-time surveillance playback. It's naughty."
The Humphrey yet snorted, disgusted by the words that left a grin upon the face of the Bass. "You're disgusting."
"Well," Nate was yet riddled with relief that he was to find comfort outside of the dorm rooms that Columbia university owned. "it certainly is a step up from the Columbia dorms." Victoria knew it was her fault that he ended up there, they could've been living with each other in an apartment, but she had sprinted off to England and got pregnant.
