Bernard “Brad” Rowan is a public relations counselor working for Paul Remey, an old war buddy who once gave him his start in public relations by getting him a job in the publicity division of the War Production Board. After the war, Paul and Brad partnered to start their own PR firm, with Paul as the principal owner.
Paul has already been a successful businessman before meeting Brad. And he had many friends who were looking for public relations help in the booming post-war economy.
They started in a small, one room office where Brad hired his secretary Mickey. Things went well for Brad and Paul, and after a few years the office grew as the business expanded. Their firm now had twenty-five staff and a steady stream of regular clients.
Over time, Paul divided his attentions between his business and the thriving political scene in Washington, D.C. Then, as time moved on, politics became a greater focus for him, (as of the start of the story he’s risen to the position of Special Assistant to the President). Paul’s gradual withdrawal from the day-to-day operations of the business left Brad as the titular head of the operations of the firm.
Brad’s personal life was also going very well. He was married to Marge, his intelligent and attractive wife of nearly twenty years. Together, they had two children, Brad Rowan Jr., nineteen and in his first year of college, and Jeanie, a precocious sixteen-year-old “Daddy’s Girl.”
As the story unfolds, we read of Brad coming into the office:
“Paul Remey’s been calling for you,” Mickey called out as Brad flew through the front office.
Brad dials his partner and soon finds out that he’s asking a favor of him. Paul’s wife, Edith was putting on another “D.C. Charity Event,” and asked her husband to ask Brad if he’d help out.
“You can count on me,” Brad assures Paul, then asks him to send on the details, which include meeting a certain Mrs. Hortense E. Schuyler. Brad registers the name, says goodbye to Paul, and moves on with the rest of his workday.
The day arrives for Brad’s meeting with Mrs. Schuyler…a meeting he’s forgot all about until his secretary reminds him that she’s waiting in the outer office, and when Brad looks vaguely at her, she says that the appointment was related to Paul’s wife’s charity event. Brad remembers, then asks Mickey to show the woman into his office. He’s expecting a middle-aged woman to step in, but when she walks through the door, Mrs. Hortense E. Schuyler was very different than Brad expected.
I had to smile when I read how the author “framed” Brad’s reaction to this woman,
“This one was class. Blue chip stocks on the big board. The gold standard. Big white orchids in florist’s windows. A Rodgers and Hammerstein score. A lazy sun in the summer morning. The green, friendly earth. Ruby port after dinner. A Billy Eckstine love chant..."
“What can I do for you, Mrs. Schuyler?” Brad asks, a little self-consciously.
“Make it Elaine,” the woman replied in a gently confidential tone of voice.
The woman then went on to explain herself, “Edith told me to look you up, because…” she laughed gently, “You were the only man in the world who could help me.”
“How?” Brad asked, beginning to feel in control again, after the shock of the woman’s elegant entrance.
Elaine’s eyes were wide, she said, “I’ve been appointed chairman of our local committee on the Infantile drive, and I thought you might be able to help me plan a campaign that would really produce results…”
She then looked at Brad expectantly.
Brad felt a twinge of disappointment, deciding to himself that the only think important to this woman was for her to get enough space in the papers for her cause. Based on that, he thought, this woman sitting across his desk was but another publicity-hungry socialite.
Despite his misgivings, he agreed to help, saying a bit brusquely, “I’ll be very glad to help, Mrs. Schulyer…” This was, after all, a favor for Paul, he thought.
Elaine stared up at him with surprise in her eyes.
Brad saw the surprise and went on, “Isn’t that what you want Mrs. Schulyer? After all, we can’t give you a written guarantee on the space we can grab for you, but we’ll get our share…and after all, isn’t that what you’re in this for?”
Brad watched as the woman’s eyes became dark and cold, silently she got to her feet, and was about to leave when she suddenly turned back to Brad, “You misunderstand me, Mr. Rowan, I’m not looking for any personal publicity out of this…I’ve had more than enough of it. The only reason I came to see you was to work out a campaign for the Infantile drive next January. The only reason I accepted the job was because I know what it means to lose someone to that dreadful disease, and I don’t want any other wife or mother to go through what I did.”
She turned and started for the door…
Brad looked at her, suddenly realizing that this woman was the widow of David E. Schuyler…he remembered the newspaper stories…this was the woman who lost her twin children, and husband to Infantile.
He quickly rounded his desk and caught her at the door, holding it so she couldn’t immediately leave. He felt like a fool for what he’d said earlier, and then felt worse yet when he saw the faint trace of angry tears in her eyes.
“Mrs. Schuyler,” Brad said contritely, “Can you forgive a stupid Third Avenue mug whop thinks he knows everything? I’m really ashamed.”
She seemed to be thinking it over, then turned and sat back down in the chair she’d occupied just a moment before. There was whirling dark pain in her eyes, her fingers trembled as she drew a cigarette. Then she spoke:
“If you’ll really help me, Brad, then I’ll forgive you.”
As you might have guessed, an affair happens between Brad and Elaine. The happy, but unfortunately, weak husband and the sad widow come together, and by doing so upend each of their worlds…
It was a story that had its moments of humor, one of my favorites being the scene where Brad is accompanied by a stoic security guard, on their way to the office of the boss for a meeting. The company is Consolidated Steel, one that the author did an admirable job of portraying as humorless in every way possible. The security guard was a symbol of this dreary company:
“This is almost as bad as getting to see the President,” Brad says to the guard as they ride up the elevator, thinking about all the security that surrounded the executive offices.
“Mr. Brady is the Chairman of the Board,” the guard deadpanned.
For a moment, Brad fought the impulse to tell him that he was actually referring to the President of the United States…but it would’ve been wasted, so he kept his mouth shut.
I had a laugh at that one.
The story had it’s share of characters that I came to care about, no small feat for a book that has just over 200 pages to tell its story. I liked the war aviator hero who turned corporate anti-trust crusader, then turned dog kennel owner. He was a character I could cheer for!
This was my first Harold Robbins book, and based on what I experienced with this story, I’ll be looking for more titles by this very prolific author.