Mr. Gates spoke with his chauffeur for a minute before the man drove away, coughing from the cigar smoke. He turned to see a young African-American - or whatever they call themselves these days - talking to an older gentlemen. Mr. Gates walked over and gave the older man a powerful clap on the back.
“May, aren’t I glad to see someone more dignified here. What is it with Geoff and this ramble.” he said, one hand gesturing to the thing falling out of her limo.
One hand shot out to shake the man’s hand, a firm shake the man hadn’t been prepared to return. Then the same for the younger gentlemen with him.
“I dare say, where are my manners?” he produced two cigars from an inside pocket and handed them over to his two social victims, “Here, finest cigars on Earth; each has been infused with rare cognac, a box of these costs $15,000.”