No one would have noticed the gaggle of Japanese executives winding their way through the crowded white marble lobby. It was midsummer in New York, and well-heeled Japanese passed every day beneath the twin Stars and Stripes fluttering outside the Park Lane Hotel. This particular group may have looked a bit grimmer than most, for they had just arrived from across the Pacific, blue-suited and ready for business. But then, the Park Lane, with its mahogany furniture and Mercedes-Benzes idling out front, is nothing if not a place for doing serious business—and doing it discreetly.
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