His ring made a light clink on the edge of his martini glass as he raised it to his lips. The banquet hall is dimly lit with the table centerpieces, letting his tuxedo blend into the background. His hair is neatly combed, face shaven smooth, shoes shined to a polish. He stands up when his name is called, applause. Approaching the podium, he takes the microphone to thank his introducer. He insists that the words are too kind, surely he is but one part in the larger machine of industry. The guests laugh, the humility is palpable but unwarranted.