I checked my phone, It was exactly seven P.M. I emerged from the elevator looking suddenly with eyes all over me. In my mind I looked like a movie sta... and I tried to work that confidence into my heart.I got stares immediately in my short sexy shiny gold dress. I could feel every man in the place looking at me. I walked across the lobby to the edge of a Starbucks counter and waited. Where was Buddy? I was feeling virtually naked, and guys were staring at me in my minimalistic, overtly sexy. He turned a number of the pages,some stained from continuous and 'excited' handling. Finally the Abbot came to what he had been looking for,an account he had read many times,the account of Venerable Domincus' punishment of a boy who had committed fornication. The boy was nineteen and had been sent to the Monastery for various 'wicked and sinful deeds....' The Venerable Dominicus wrote of how he had the boy brought to the dungeon of the Monastery,there the boy was stripped naked and tied face. It was like her freshman year in college all over the again. A frat boy had fucked her over once more. She had one last shot, “What does Mr. Schilling have to say?”Hanlon sank his final dagger, “Mr. Schilling found out about your ‘antique problem and didn’t like it. You know how he is about the firm’s reputation, not a trace of scandal,” Hanlon paused and went on, “Of course you must know everyone knows you got your position because of Mr. Schilling and your dad,” then he finished her off, “I. Let me break it down for you. Black folks in Canada are too divided among themselves to unite against the racist establishment. The Haitians don’t like the Somalians, and the Ghanaians, Ethiopians and Nigerians keep to themselves, as do the Kenyans. In the eyes of mainstream Canadian society, they’re all Black and are all the same. Yet these Black Canadians can’t see that for what it is. They refuse to band together against racism and systemic discrimination. That’s why they can’t advance. To.