Santiago sat at the round polished table in the grand hall, the low hum of conversation and the faint clink of crystal glasses filled the air.

Around him were his businessmen who also raised their wine glasses to make a toast to their newest achievement.

He leaned back slightly in his chair, one hand resting on the stem of his glass, the other drumming lightly against the table as he listened.

He smiled when he had to, but barely joined in the conversation the others had.

“I was convinced ...