I was moments away from signing a document I couldn’t read in German—until the cleaning lady’s daughter intervened.
Hans Müller had faced lawsuits, hostile negotiations, and million-euro risks without blinking Yet that morning, nothing frightened him more than a stack of paper. The boardroom was flawless—dark polished wood, white walls stripped of excess, abstract art chosen to impress but never provoke. A pot of coffee steamed quietly in the corner. Through the wide … Lire plus