Katherine watched him, smiling. He really was such a man, failing to see the importance of gossip. She could tell just by looking at him, and the comment was not nearly as polite as it sounded.
"Interesting? Try damaging," she said with a slight laugh. "But then men always underestimates the power of society news so you're hardly alone." Playing with her hair, she looked up at him. "So tell me, what did your mother, or your grandmother for that matter, do for a living? Or should I venture a guess?"
Tilting her head she watched him, raising an eyebrow in slight challenge. "She stayed at home, making sure to befriend all other wives and host dinner parties and social events and get to know all the right people, didn't she? So that you could find a wife, of course, but also, so that suddenly when you or your father needed to close a tough deal you just happened to sit on just the right piece of information to... shall we call it persuade?... someone not quite willing to agree anyway?" She smiled. "Or am I entirely wrong?"
"Men thinks of it as gossip, but they tend forget that you owe quite a bit to women's power to gossip. We just found a way to benefit ourselves from it ourselves in this day and age."
"In the end of the day, who is more powerful? The political reporter who reports on the latest political struggle in the Wizengamot, or the social reporter who has just found out a juicy story which will undoubtedly force an important member of the Wizengamot off his or her chair if printed?" No she didn't want to do political reports, she wanted to be much more influential than that. One day, people in the country would fear her quill, knowing she could make or destroy them, all because she had the right information.
She smiled as he went on. "I hope you found what you were looking for then," she said.