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There was a sour taste in Brooke’s throat, and she had to concentrate to relax the spasming muscles of her abdomen. Three hours in a room with the leaders of the most affluent and influential nations on Earth and their most powerful advisors had felt like supervising a gathering of petulant bullies on a playground.
Speaker after speaker, each in love with his or her own voice. Posturing. Accusing. Even whining. For a time, she’d hoped that the two female heads of state, the prime ministers of India and the UK, would take a higher road; but though their rhetoric was less bombastic, their assertions were just as self-serving and manipulative. Certainly, leaders had to look out for the interests of their own citizens, but why couldn’t any of them pull their heads out of their asses long
