Gatsby was throwing one of his huge, massive, fancy parties at his mansion. Of course, he wasn’t in attendance. He was in his office all the way upstairs. But he had sent an invitation, which he rarely does, to this girl he had been wanting to meet. Meyer Wolfsheim comes in, smoking a cigar as usual. Wolfsheim: a young lady is here to see you sir. And don’t forget about my tomatoes. Make sure Wilson gets them to me. Gatsby sighs. Gatsby: I won’t. Let her in.