Porsche Stories Volume 5
A light crackle from the exhaust let off as my GT3 glided to a halt at the valet. The well lit entrance to our new headquarters placed an aurora-like glow around my green paint. There shouldn’t have been a nervous bone in my body but all I could feel was chills. It was more crowded in the conference hall than I ever expected. I could see a crowd standin…
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