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Lee hadn’t called me after I left his room, but I had heard some ruckus from upstairs, with him yelling at the top of his lungs in Chinese. Eventually, he shouted in English, “Are you trying to suck my balls off, you b***h? Are you trying to bite me off?” I smiled when I heard it. After that, I had the best sleep of my life.
Two days later, it was time for the meeting. I dressed in a suit and tie, keeping my glasses perched on my nose. I wanted to look official, I thought, as I adjusted my tie neatly. Italians and their strange sense of impeccable fashion, I mused. Unlike Americans, who preferred comfort, Italians liked to look good no matter the season, no matter how hot it was, and no matter how inconvenient it seemed. They just had a natural elegance. I was willing to bet it
