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 sharp, brooding

to my place?" Vince asked, feigning innocence, his tone edged with a hint of

every man had, and Timothy's expression darkened further. His voice was

"If you do, The Lawson family will partner with Zimmerman Group on that solar project." Vince already had Timothy's proposal, but

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

composure, couldn't keep

to help. But honestly, I doubt she wants

actually considering whether I should help her find

jaw tensed, the sharp

of

us forget that his first real capital came from her. He's always been grateful-even now, after she's passed. He

eyes. Things

stare was unmistakable. His voice was

now?"

way I'm defying the old

her. You, on the other hand, are a catch. There's