Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Vince stood up and stepped outside to take the call.

"Hello, Timothy."

"You seem pretty close to Jessica."

Vince gave a relaxed smile. "What are you getting at?"

Timothy pressed his lips together, silent for a few beats before finally speaking. "I need you to get in touch with her for me."

Vince's smile widened. "Can't reach your own wife?"

Sitting in his car parked outside the Zimmerman estate, Timothy looked out into the night. Through the darkness, he could just make out the glow of a phone and a lone silhouette in the yard.

"You're outside?"

Vince glanced back toward the garden.

Timothy got out of the car, and Vince snapped his phone shut, heading over to meet him.

Timothy radiated a

Thanksgiving Day and you're not at home celebrating. What brings you to my place?"

Timothy's expression darkened further. His voice was low and rough. "Just help me get in touch with

partner with Zimmerman Group on that solar project." Vince already had Timothy's proposal, but he

chuckled under his breath, "now that's quite the offer." "Do you ever

image of composure, couldn't keep the irritation from

that I don't want to help. But honestly, I doubt she wants to see you.

I should help her find

the sharp lines

of my

grandfather insists on getting involved. You know, Jessica's grandmother was his first love. He never lets us forget that his first real capital came from her. He's always been grateful-even now, after she's passed. He can't pay her

Timothy's eyes. Things were getting messier

the porch light, Timothy's cold stare was unmistakable.

now?"

sighed "Hey, I'm just the grandson here. No way I'm defying the old man. Honestly, Timothy,maybe you should just let

catch. There's a line of women waiting for a