“I Speak Nine Languages,” Said the Cleaner’s Son—The Arab Millionaire Laughed… Then Froze
The boardroom of the skyscraper glittered with glass and polished steel. Sunlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long beams across the shiny oak table. Around it sat men …
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