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Waking up on my first morning in Xiâan, China, in our luxurious bed, I can almost pretend weâre on holiday anywhere in the world. But when my husband James emerges from the bathroom in his smart fitted suit and tie, shiny black shoes, his name badge pinned on just so, Iâm jolted back to reality. As proud of him as I feel, the air between us feels thick with apprehension.
âWoooaaah! Look at you! Let me take a picture,â I say, aware that I need to be as supportive as possible. This is, after all, his first general manager role. And he does look good.