adventures in neverland

it was a quarter past eight. too early in the morning for angels of the dark to be awake. his mind was a fog.  he could hardly keep his eyes open. he was standing at the lobby of the four seasons hotel, waiting for the lift to come and take him to the grand ballroom. where he would spend an hour in the company of bankers, fund managers and business men in dark suits. listening to a famous international economist talk about asia's economic prospects over the next ten years. how china's trumpeted economic miracle is standing on shaky grounds. all it will take is just a minor shake and the whole thing will crumble. or does it? he was dressed appropriately (an outsider pretending to be part of the circle, but still looking like an outsider). in beige brooks brothers pants. cut narrowly to flatter his well toned legs. baby pink paul smith shirt, topped with dark blue blazer from ralph lauren. tom ford glasses to cover his still sleepy eyes and dark spots under t...