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his head during three devastating economic recessions.

“This is insane,” Julian stammered, his eyes wild and darting, sweat beading on his forehead despite the cool room. “I’m the Managing Director! I have full legal authorization to move funds for capital expansion! This is a misunderstanding of corporate structure!”

“No, sweetheart,” I said, keeping continue reading …