Vince stood up and stepped outside to take the call.
“Hello, Timothy.”
“You seem pretty close to Jessica.”
Vince gave a relaxed smile. “What are you getting at?”
Timothy pressed his lips together, silent for a few beats before finally speaking. “I need you to get in touch with her for me.”
Vince’s smile widened. “Can’t reach your own wife?”
Sitting in his car parked outside the Zimmerman estate, Timothy looked out into the night. Through the darkness, he could just make out the glow of a phone and a lone silhouette in the yard.
“You’re outside?”
Vince glanced back toward the garden.
Timothy got out of the car, and Vince snapped his phone shut, heading over to meet him.
Tonight, Timothy radiated a sharp, brooding intensity.
“It’s the Thanksgiving Day and you’re not at home celebrating. What brings you to my place?” Vince asked, feigning innocence, his tone edged with a hint of mockery.
Pride was something every man had, and Timothy’s expression darkened further. His voice was low and rough. “Just help me get in touch with her.”
A trace of embarrassment flickered over his face, and he added, “If you do, The Lawson family will partner with Zimmerman Group on that solar project.”
Vince already had Timothy’s proposal, but he hadn’t made any moves yet.
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