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When Emily finished, she handed Wong a cordless telephone with which to call Rathbone. True to his work ethic, Rathbone was in his office eating a sandwich. Wong set up the meeting for two-thirty with Rathbone, Savile and Watson, the Australian commercial partner, and Ng, the Chinese litigation partner. Then he had Emilys maid bring him a Bloody Mary. He took a pad and pen out of his briefcase.

Id better write down the names of the companies you mentioned. And those people you talked about-Id had no idea.

Without referring to any documents Emily recited the names of more than one hundred companies and personnel without a pause.

And theyre all owned by or work for these sixteen men who own Zedfell?

All of them. I think youll find that something in the region of sixty percent of your turnover last year was generated one way or another in the PRC and came through one or more of these companies. Youre right to say that I dont own your firm. They do.

As Wong rose to leave, Emily put the tip of her sunglasses in her mouth and said, By the way, I have a confession. I think I really do fancy the pants off your brother-in-law.

Wong forced a smile. Ill see what I can do.


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