Chapter 9

Andreas Schardius knew he was good. Not in the sense that he was a good man. He knew he was not. No, he knew he was good, in the sense that he made things happen. He accomplished things. He made money, lots of money. And when he was good, according to his very specific and exacting high standards, he felt good. And today he felt good, because things were going well, going mostly according to plan - at least as well as any plan went - and things were going to be profitable. And as . . .

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