When I was 24 I got sent to Bogota to spend a week with my client, the commercial shipping fleet of Colombia (Flota Mercante Grancolombiana).
I was understandably nervous about the trip and what was expected of me, even though the purpose of the visit was simply to receive an orientation on the client's business.
"You'll be great," my boss said. "Just be charming. You'll do fine."
I, of course, didn't believe him. I was sure that I needed to ...