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

scoffed. "Trust you? Please. You're Timothy. I'd trust a corpse before I trust you. No way am I walking into this

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, and I'll cover all

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

start to just give Timothy the power station he'd built,

meant losing

common sense and the kind

game-something about this whole

looked at Vince, serious for once.

"Positive."

the contract back

arms on the desk and leaned in, eyes narrowing. "So, what did you do? Feeling guilty about something? Is that why you're trying

sŵnovel

we're going to play that game, maybe I

the whole finished

built the station before you could, so