Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"How am I crazy, exactly?"

"You knew perfectly well Timothy wanted this, and you jumped in anyway?"

Vince grinned, unfazed. "Come on, it's not the first time I've done something like this. You and Timothy both think it's a sure thing-so I figured, why not make some money too?"

"Don't kid yourself," Yates said, fixing Vince with a look. "Sure, the deal's a good one, but I don't even care that much anymore. I was ready to let Timothy have it. You're not exactly hurting for cash, are you? You just wanted to piss him off. This morning you were in a foul mood-so, what, you don't want him to bring this film under Sheila's name?"

Vince shot Yates a thumbs-up. "Smart as ever."

Yates just shook his head. "You really know how to get under Timothy's skin. Honestly, he puts up with a lot from you. But this time? Who knows if he'll let it slide?"

"I couldn't care less," Vince replied with a shrug. "Let him be mad. Not my problem."

At that moment, the office door swung open. Both Vince and Yates turned to look.

Timothy rolled in, wheelchair gliding smoothly across the floor. His face was stone-cold as he stopped right beside Vince.

"Having fun, are we?"

out. All Timothy wanted was to sort out Sheila's situation early, so

had given Timothy the information about the film. Timothy's team had reached out to the director, but the offer was rejected.

to his words. "If it ruins your

really understood his own wife. Now, with Sheila's future at stake, he was bending over

But now, he was starting to dislike her. Even after Timothy

thin

the air

complicates everything, he thought. The battlefield of romance is far more

single for thirty years, could've fallen for anyone-but of course, be had to fall for Timothy's wife. Before the marriage, it was

had an uneasy feeling the fallout might end up on his own

no one spoke. Finally, Timothy broke the silence. "If you don't

out a cold

if Timothy followed through, it would ruin things