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?"

out

You're Timothy. I'd trust a corpse before I trust you.

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,

just makes it an even bigger trap. Only

give Timothy the power

this deal meant losing a hefty profit, Vince didn't feel the least

the kind of business

the game-something about this whole

the contract with one hand and looked at

"Positive."

the

leaned in, eyes narrowing. "So, what did you do? Feeling

sŵnovel

going to play that game, maybe I should be suspicious

me the whole

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