How to Sell the Man Who Sells the Seller
Henry Aldridge sat at his desk on the twenty-third floor of Osborne and French on Madison Avenue and looked at a blank sheet of typing paper for the forty-seventh consecutive minute. Outside the window, Manhattan arranged itself in autumn colors, brownstones and water towers and the distant glint of the East River, a city that was always building something new on top of something old. Henry was...
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