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 innocence,

His voice was low and rough. "Just help me get in touch

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, but he

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

Timothy, usually the image of composure, couldn't keep the

finally relented, speaking slowly. "It's not that I don't want to help. But honestly, I doubt she

whether I should

tensed, the sharp lines of

out of

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

Timothy's eyes. Things were getting messier by

of the porch light, Timothy's cold stare was unmistakable. His voice was icy. "So,

now?"

"Hey, I'm just the grandson here. No way I'm defying the old

a catch. There's a line of women waiting