I do believe Stewart also posted his question on Quora.com, and found the answer to his own question there, but I'll repost here for the sake of reference and also just in case, since I found the story very interesting in that it make many predictions of technology in the future that we actually do have today.
This is "In The Year 2889" written by Jules Verne and Michel Verne in 1889(!). Full text at the given link.
In the story, the owner (maybe also editor) of the newspaper is so influential that he can tell any government or private body what to do or else ruin them through the media.
For George Washington Smith's newspaper has lived generation after
generation, now passing out of the family, anon coming back to it.
When, 200 years ago, the political center of the United States was
transferred from Washington to Centropolis, the newspaper followed the
government and assumed the name of Earth Chronicle. Unfortunately, it
was unable to maintain itself at the high level of its name. Pressed
on all sides by rival journals of a more modern type, it was
continually in danger of collapse. Twenty years ago its subscription
list contained but a few hundred thousand names, and then Mr. Fritz
Napoleon Smith bought it for a mere trifle, and originated telephonic
...he is to-day king of newspaperdom; indeed, he would be king of all the Americans,
too, if Americans could ever accept a king. You do not believe it?
Well, then, look at the plenipotentiaries of all nations and our own
ministers themselves crowding about his door, entreating his counsels,
begging for his approbation, imploring the aid of his all-powerful
organ. Reckon up the number of scientists and artists that he
supports, of inventors that he has under his pay.
Describing a day in the life:
Nevertheless, and notwithstanding these considerations, Fritz Napoleon
Smith's mode of life may well astonish one. His iron constitution is
taxed to the utmost by the heavy strain that is put upon it. Vain the
attempt to estimate the amount of labor he undergoes; an example alone
can give an idea of it. Let us then go about with him for one day as
he attends to his multifarious concernments. What day? That matters
little; it is the same every day. Let us then take at random September
25th of this present year 2889.
Part of his workday is meeting with various inventors or researchers who pitch him their ideas.
One readily understands how a man situated as Smith is must be beset
with requests of all kinds. Now it is an inventor needing capital;
again it is some visionary who comes to advocate a brilliant scheme
which must surely yield millions of profit. A choice has to be made
between these projects, rejecting the worthless, examining the
questionable ones, accepting the meritorious. To this work Mr. Smith
devotes every day two full hours.
The callers were fewer to-day than usual—only twelve of them. Of
these, eight had only impracticable schemes to propose. In fact, one
of them wanted to revive painting, an art fallen into desuetude owing
to the progress made in color-photography. Another, a physician,
boasted that he had discovered a cure for nasal catarrh! These
impracticables were dismissed in short order.
One of the inventors claims he has found a way to artificially duplicate some valuable material (maybe it was diamond or uranium), but the owner calls him a crackpot and throws him out.
Actually his proposal was one of the ones Fritz accepted.
"Sir, I am a chemist," he began, "and as such I come to you."
"Once the elementary bodies," said the young chemist, "were held to be
sixty-two in number; a hundred years ago they were reduced to ten; now
only three remain irresolvable, as you are aware."
"Well, sir, these also I will show to be composite. In a few months, a
few weeks, I shall have succeeded in solving the problem. Indeed, it
may take only a few days."
"Then, sir, I shall simply have determined the absolute. All I want is
money enough to carry my research to a successful issue."
"Very well," said Mr. Smith. "And what will be the practical outcome
of your discovery?"
"The practical outcome? Why, that we shall be able to produce easily
all bodies whatever—stone, wood, metal, fibers—"
"And flesh and blood?" queried Mr. Smith, interrupting him. "Do you
pretend that you expect to manufacture a human being out and out?"
Mr. Smith advanced $100,000 to the young chemist, and engaged his
services for the Earth Chronicle laboratory.
The owner has a wife who, if I recall, he meets after work for a dinner date by traveling a huge distance between cities by some futuristic conveyance.
He doesn't actually travel, it's some sort of communication device not unlike video conferencing (Skype) today.
The telephote! Here is another of the great triumphs of science in our
time. The transmission of speech is an old story; the transmission of
images by means of sensitive mirrors connected by wires is a thing but
of yesterday. A valuable invention indeed, and Mr. Smith this morning
was not niggard of blessings for the inventor, when by its aid he was
able distinctly to see his wife notwithstanding the distance that
separated him from her. ... He seats himself. In the mirror of
the phonotelephote is seen the same chamber at Paris which appeared in
it this morning. A table furnished forth is likewise in readiness
here, for notwithstanding the difference of hours, Mr. Smith and his
wife have arranged to take their meals simultaneously. It is
delightful thus to take breakfast tête-a-tête with one who is 3000
miles or so away. Just now, Mrs. Smith's chamber has no occupant.