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I've always enjoyed traveling to Paris, although this journey was more for business than pleasure. By this time in my life I'd come to own four manufacturing centers, but it was the French center which I visited most often. I'd timed this visit for two reasons. First, I needed to meet with my French managers to ensure they were running the factories as I intended. But, to be honest, Philippe and Gerard always met my expectations. To be even more precise, they always exceed my expectations and for that reason, I'd come to trust them implicitly with the factories and employees. I'd come to know that despite being many thousands of miles away and separated by the Atlantic Ocean, they were men who could be counted on. In the twenty years they'd worked for me, they had never let me down. We were scheduled to me at Le Cinq, my favorite Parisian restaurant where we would discuss business before putting the facts and figures away and enjoying fine wine and dining. But there was also a second reason for coming to Paris. This trip was scheduled for mid-October, in the heart of autumn, my favorite season of the year. I thoroughly enjoyed walking along the Champs-Elysees, my shoes cushioned by a carpet of red and yellow leaves. I enjoyed watching French lovers, arm in arm, as they strode beneath the giant legs of the Eiffel Tower. And anyone who has ever made his or her way on the pathways along the River Seine in autumn and watched the river boats slowly moving upstream, the crews returning the silent stares of those on shore will always recall spending time in the shadow of the Cathedral de Notre Dame.

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