Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"You weren't wrong-you did the right thing. In fact, you could've stabbed a bit harder back then, maybe even gone for a second shot."

Timothy pulled a cigarette from the pack, lit it, and took a slow drag.

Vince shot him a sideways look. "Did you bang your head in that car accident? Or is this just your natural state?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm perfectly lucid."

Vince snapped the partnership contract shut and tossed it onto the desk in front of Timothy. "Honestly, this all smells fishy. If you don't spell it out for me, I'd rather

just hand over the whole site to you for free than sign this thing."

Timothy exhaled a lazy ring of smoke, studying Vince through the haze.

Sharp as ever.

If he ever figured out that Jessica was actually Salome, things would get messy fast.

"You really don't trust me, do you?"

in and out of

Timothy. I'd trust a corpse before I trust you. No way

his chair and flicked the ash off his cigarette with slender fingers. "You're overthinking it. If you're worried, you can take full charge of the project. I'll provide the tech team,

even bigger trap. Only a fool would fall for it. And I'm no

give Timothy the power station

even though walking away from this deal meant losing a hefty profit, Vince

the kind of business instinct you pick

game-something about this whole thing screamed

up the contract with one hand and looked at

"Positive."

the contract

do? Feeling guilty about something? Is that why you're trying to

sŵnovel

that game, maybe I should

giving me the

the punch back then, built the station before you could, so I owe you. And now