I did not notice him at first. My nerves, after a difficult lunch with a Korean delegation, were not at their elastic best. I wanted to get out, away from difficult questions, far from work. Of course that was not possible. I would return to my office. Lunch tomorrow would be much the same. The wheel would turn. The calm figure in the lobby might have been planted there, beside the potted palm, as a sadistic contrast to my own weighted existence. He was reading a newspaper with pedantic care, a man with all the time in the world to…
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