Four or five in the morning.
The sky was already somewhat light, with a lingering heavy fog.
Kuzamala Reservoir!
Outsiders knew it as: Kuzamala Hotel.
It mainly advertised a good night's sleep, excellent benefits, and the occasional PE class.
Like right now...
Early in the morning, the financial tycoons were dragged out to be taught swimming.
Blame it on Victor and his pettiness—too many of their offspring had fled to the United States to openly criticize him. This left his reputation utterly in tatters, on a par with the three things Wall Street fears the most: financial crises, economic recessions, and Mexican Warlords.
You curse me? I'll make your dad learn how to swim!
These aging financial tycoons, half-naked in just a pair of shorts, shivered violently as the wind blew past them.
