This week, I walked into a house on a ritzy estate that the locals call, “Billionaire’s row.”
It’s located in Dubai, a wealthy city in the United Arab Emirates. Polo fields surround the home.
Most of the residents have housekeepers, nannies and personal assistants.
My hosts hired a British nanny for their children. I’ll call the nanny, Suzy.
When Suzy learned I was an investment columnist, she looked at me with wonder.
No, she wasn’t dazzled by my job. Nor was she attracted to my sparkling wit or, uhum, my dashing good looks.
Instead, she only had eyes for bitcoin. “Should I invest?” she asked.
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