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.

a

celebrating. What brings you to my place?" Vince asked, feigning

Timothy's expression darkened further. His voice was low

embarrassment flickered over his face, and he added, "If you do, The Lawson family will partner with Zimmerman Group on that solar project." Vince already had Timothy's proposal,

quite the offer." "Do you ever quit running

Timothy, usually the image of composure,

honestly, I doubt

should help her find

sharp

of

"Wish I could, but 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,

eyes. Things were getting messier by

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

now?"

grandson here. No way I'm defying the old man.

on the other hand, are a catch. There's a line of women waiting for a guy like you.