Here I was standing at the side of Luther and listening to his interaction with a small group of people I grew accustomed to being around, with exception of two or three new faces.
“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Ho. Ten years of marriage is a great accomplishment,” a Black American investor named Mr. Booker spoke.
“Thank you, Mr. Booker,” was Mr. Ho’s short reply. He always spoke with few words.
“How about you, Mr. Booker, when do we get to attend your engagement, or better yet, your wedding?” Mrs. Ho asked in a teasing manner.
Mr. Booker laughed loudly. “Why would I tie myself to one woman when I could sleep around with different ladies every night, right, Mr. Kim?” he answered with a playful tone.
“Marriage isn’t for anyone, definitely not for you, my friend,” Luther teased him.
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