"It's up to you, I'm just responsible for introducing clients and running advertisements. As for how KeyBank operates, I don't get involved. You can go now; someone else will be coming to see me soon."
"I bet it's a woman."
"No, it's a black man. The reason I had you settle Ottelia's matter last week is partly because of him. He accounts for about 10 percent?"
Jim took his feet off the table and asked with some confusion, "You're not likely to marry Ottelia off to him, are you? And you actually say that sending Ottelia to the New World Foundation has something to do with a black man?"
"Of course. I even thought of a name for the child Ottelia would bear me, Jim. How could I possibly let Ottelia marry a black man?"
"Clap, clap, clap, clap~" Jim stood up from his chair and clapped his hands, "Goodbye, wish that black foreman good luck for me. I am damn glad that when I met you, you were still human, and I'm even more grateful that I'm white, Tommy."
