As I write, men in expensive suits are sitting in slick offices all around me, talking on the phone to Almaty and Bangalore, swapping bonds and oil wells.
The men—and they are mostly men—are of many nationalities: Russian, French, Libyan, Nigerian, Italian, Turkish, Indian, Brazilian, Ghanaian, Kazakh, Chinese, Japanese, and more. They live here in London, however, because London wants them.
