Deal

The ID card bore the CIA mark and the name Smith.

Anyone could tell it was obviously an alias.

The agent disguised as a waiter said.

“I watched today’s event with great admiration.”

“Thank you for your kind words.”

“The reason I’m here is that our home government is interested in your company.”

“…What do you want?”

The broker’s eyes sharpened. It looked like he’d been expecting this.

I was also on edge, wondering what kind of proposal the other side would make.

There was no helping it...