"Damn it, Dagny! I need the government to get out of the way and let me do my job!"
She sat across the desk from him. She appeared casual but confident, a slim body with rounded shoulders like an exquisitely engineered truss. How he hated his debased need for her, he who loathed self-sacrifice but would give up everything he valued to get in her pants … Did she know?
"I heard the thugs in Washington were trying to take your Rearden metal at the point of a gun," she said. "Don’t let them, Hank. With your advanced alloy and my high-tech railroad, we’ll revitalize our country’s failing infrastructure and make big, virtuous profits."
"Oh, no, I got out of that suckers’ game. I now run my own hedge-fund firm, Rearden Capital Management."