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Hétóng turned to his left, and then to his right, as if scanning the area for eavesdroppers. He gestured for them to walk along the path. “Your company has a global footprint with operations in Africa, North and South America, Europe, and the Asian Pacific.”
It was a statement, not a question. But for some reason, Ranell felt he ought to acknowledge the fact. “Yes, that’s right.”
“Your assets include all forms of cargo transport, including dry, insulated, and refrigerated containers. You have cargo ships, cargo trucks, rail cars, and aircraft.” Hétóng’s gait was slow and precise, his hands were clasped behind his back, and he stared straight ahead.
As they strolled past a beach created from plate-sized black stones, Ranell got the impression that Hétóng was aware of everything and everyone in his environment. "You could have gotten all that information from our website. So what? What's this all about?"
Hétóng stopped and turned. “We could have gotten that information from your website. But we did not. Our source of information about you is, shall we say, much more robust?” Hétóng stared deeply into Ranell’s eyes to drive home his point. “For instance, we know that GML is dangerously over-extended.”
Choose Option 1: Reject Hétóng’s Offer
Choose Option 2: Call the Police