“Sir… This Boy Lived With Me Until He Was Fourteen”—The Words That Made a Millionaire Freeze Before an Old Portrait
Arthur Menezes had just finished a late meeting and was walking back to his office through the east hallway of his mansion. The hallway was long and silent, lined with portraits of his family. He rarely walked this path unless he had to—because at the very end hung a small portrait of a curly-haired boy…