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 hey were 12 businesspeople from the other side of the world—Minneapolis, Minnesota, to be exact. They’d come to a foreign country to make an investment. Not in a blossoming Wall Street stock, a rising Fortune 500 company, or the latest can’t-miss entrepreneurship; but in a person, a person with nothing to offer them.
They knew precisely why they were here. But they didn’t have a clue as to where that would lead them. Tonight it had led them here.
The mud-packed huts were covered by deteriorating bamboo-thatched roofs . . . the upscale ones. It didn’t really matter, the relentless rain found its way in. Tonight it was pouring.
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