The atmosphere was tense, to say the least.

Yates, stuck between the two men, felt the awkwardness settle on his shoulders like a heavy coat.

Thankfully, the arrival of the waiter with their food offered a brief reprieve, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Let's eat," Yates suggested, trying to sound upbeat.

Neither of the other men moved even a muscle.

They hadn't come here for the meal, and it was obvious.

Yates glanced at Timothy, then at Vince. He had no idea what had transpired the night before, so he assumed Vince was at fault-coveting Timothy's wife,

perhaps. Hoping to smooth things over, Yates shot Vince a discreet look, urging him to say something, to take the first step.

They were friends, after all. In Yates's mind, no matter how big the problem, it could be talked down, brushed aside, and life would move on.

But Vince didn't even acknowledge him.

Instead, it was Timothy who spoke first. "Where is she?"

Yates stared at Timothy, startled.

earth

"Aren't you supposed to be resourceful? What's the matter-can't find

had arranged for Jessica to stay at a hotel owned by The Zimmerman Group, but left no record

let's not make

I was the one who made the

Timothy's wife, yet Timothy wasn't even angry. He was actually

things, this

stabbed him in

genuinely believed

Vince had taken Jessica away, Timothy wouldn't

last night wasn't what

spiraled so far out

her too much...

you honestly think she'll ever forgive you?

My advice? Get a

you just

a hand, signaling

on Vince. "I'm not

it's up to you anymore?

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