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People called Dominic Brown the “Elon Musk of the Business World”. What Elon Musk had brought to science and technology, Dominic Brown brought to trade and commerce. He had the striking figure of a slightly over-the-hill playboy. He was tall, broad shouldered, and his close cropped hair was shot through with grey. His blue eyes could be cold and piercing, or they could be charming and playful. Over the years he had played both to his advantage. In the board room he was known for designer suits and Italian leather shoes, but he was just at home now, so he was wearing a pair of comfortable blue jeans and a slate-grey silk shirt, with the first few buttons unbuttoned. He was uncharacteristically nervous. He was a man who had rubbed elbows with presidents, kings and queens, dictators,