Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 1
Idon’toftengiveinterviews…”
“Whydidyouagreetodothisone?”
“BecauseI’mabenefactoroftheuniversity,andforallintentsandpurposes,Icouldn’tgetMissKavanaghoffmyback.ShebadgeredandbadgeredmyPRpeople,andIadmirethatkindoftenacity.”
IknowhowtenaciousKatecanbe.That’swhyI’msittingheresquirminguncomfortablyunderhispenetratinggaze,whenIshouldbestudyingformyexams.
“Youalsoinvestinfarmingtechnologies.Whyareyouinterestedinthatarea?”
“Wecan’teatmoney,MissSteele,andtherearetoomanypeopleonthisplanetwhodon’thaveenoughtoeat.”
“Thatsoundsveryphilanthropic.Isitsomethingyoufeelpassionatelyabout?Feedingtheworld’spoor?”
Heshrugsnoncommittally.
“It’sshrewdbusiness,”hemurmurs,thoughIthinkhe’sbeingdisingenuous.Itdoesn’tmakesense—feedingtheworld’spoor?Ican’tseethefinancialbenefitofthis,onlythevirtueoftheideal.Iglanceatthenextquestion,confusedbyhisattitude.
“Doyouhaveaphilosophy?Ifso,whatisit?”
“Idon’thaveaphilosophyassuch.Maybeaguidingprinciple—Carnegie’s:‘Amanwhoacquirestheabilitytotakefullpossessionofhisownmindmaytakepossessionofanythingelsetowhichheisjustlyentitled.’I’mverysingular,driven.Ilikecontrol—ofmyselfandthosearoundme.”
“Soyouwanttopossessthings?”Youareacontrolfreak.
“Iwanttodeservetopossessthem,butyes,bottomline,Ido.”
“Yousoundliketheultimateconsumer.”
“Iam.”Hesmiles,butthesmiledoesn’ttouchhiseyes.
