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 the smoke like a flickering

Please. You're Timothy. I'd trust a corpse before I trust you. No way am

it. If you're worried, you can take full charge of the project. I'll provide the tech team, and I'll

his grin widening. "That just makes it an even bigger trap. Only a fool would fall for it.

the start to just give Timothy the power

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

kind of business instinct

this whole thing screamed

the contract with one hand and looked at Vince,

"Positive."

the contract back

leaned in, eyes narrowing. "So, what did you do? Feeling guilty about something? Is that why

sŵnovel

maybe I should be suspicious of

giving me the whole finished

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