For Miguel Alemán the new week began like all others. As soon as he woke, he stretched out his hand, and a servant put a big glass of orange juice in his groping fingers. The President propped himself up in bed, and looked around. Senate President Carlos Serrano, his close friend and political G2, was already there. So was potbellied General Antonio Grijales, chief of Mexico City's police. El Presidents downed the orange juice, swung out of bed, and touched his toes ten times without bending his knees, while he listened to the...
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