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.

on earth had

to

arranged for Jessica to stay at a hotel owned by The Zimmerman Group, but

to intervene, "Vince, let's not make this

off. "It's all right. I was the one who

Timothy wasn't even

and explain things, this will only get messier. Please, just tell

stabbed him in the back, Timothy

all, he genuinely believed he was

wouldn't be

happened last night wasn't what Timothy had

to make peace with her-how had things spiraled so far out of control? Maybe it

her too much...

act. Do you honestly think

My advice?

Yates snapped, "Would you

hand, signaling Yates to

gaze locked on Vince.

to

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