Mr. Jiobaf stared at the long line with a furrowed brow, his assistant emerging from the bank at that moment. He was now the deputy bank manager.
"Sir."
It had been a while since they saw each other, and he felt that there was some kind of barrier between him and his assistant, yet he didn't know how to dissolve this stifling strangeness.
He nodded slightly, looking at the long queue—he knew he had to do something.
When they reached the office, Mr. Jiobaf said, "I spoke with Lance, and it must be him spreading the rumors. He wants William to become a councilman in the Imperial District."
"Why don't we just give him the position if he desires it so strongly?" the assistant asked.
Mr. Jiobaf shook his head, "This is my closest brush with high society. Perhaps, if I miss this chance, I may never have such an opportunity in my life."
