Seth had finally become a real, honest to God broker. Not a junior broker, not a trainee, but a real broker. He worked for himself now, trying his best to sell stocks and open accounts for every possible client he called. His friends were just as happy as he were, slapping him on the back and hugging him. They decided to take him to a nice Japanese restaurant, their treat, as a way to welcome him to their world. But it wasn't just any restaurant. It was the kind of restaurant where you had to take off your shoes when you entered, where the menu was in Japanese, people sat on cushions at low tables, and beautiful girls in kimonos waited on every table. Seth could hardly wait. He sat in Greg's Ferrari as they roared down the street towards the restaurant, while Adam, Richie, and Chris talked loudly and laughed.