Jane Sampson knew James Black kept his word.
So, she quickly said, "Don't do anything yet, I want to go and confirm something."
"Okay," James Black agreed immediately, "once you've made up your mind, just give me a call, and I'll take care of the rest."
Jane subconsciously nodded her head but then remembered that nodding like that, James couldn't see her, so she changed to verbally acknowledging with an "okay."
Just as she was about to hang up, she suddenly heard James speak in an annoyed tone on the phone.
"Can you control your fans?" he asked.
Jane was stunned, "Control what?"
"Their nicknames."
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Jane suppressed her laughter, struggling to hold it back.
"I can't control it," Jane chuckled in response, "as long as the nicknames aren't duplicated or vulgar, Twitter won't manage them."
"Hmph!" James's tone grew more displeased. "From your voice, it sounds like you're quite happy about it, huh?"
