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Chapter 5 On Wednesday, I have a few hours without meetings in the morning, so I set up my laptop in my hotel room—with a lovely view over Petronas Twin Towers, the famous landmark of Kuala Lumpur’s skyline—and start working. Malaysia is incredibly hot, and I’ve set the A/C in my room to “freezing” and enjoy going through plans and answering emails wearing only a T-shirt and underwear, as I drink espresso after espresso that I make in the coffee machine in my room. After working for a couple hours, I decide I deserve a break, so I get to my feet, and stretch sore muscles as I look over the cityscape bathing in heat and sunshine. On an impulse, I grab my phone and snap a picture out my window and send it to Pete. The attached message reads: I still haven’t seen anything besides the hotel