TWELVE

EDMOND

"Hello, Mr. Davidson." I tried my best to smile. It was the only way I could hide how mortified I was. But my reaction was valid. Lucille's mystery man was Tyrone. The snobbish heir of the Davidson enterprise. The same man I caused her to meet. It was just scary considering it. All this while... "What brings you here?"

The door shut behind him and he waltzed towards the chair before me. Lucille had her hands wrapped around his burly arms. The smile on her face was an instigating one. Petty revenge when I was the one left to eat dust. They both sat and Tyrone got right to it. "I assume there is a storm brewing with the Ivy Estates. Word got to me that you forced an indefinite pause on the project. I'm just here to know why a businessman such as yourself would make such a rash decision?"

By rash, he meant stupid. Typical of someone who never had to struggle to reach the top. "I see a bigger picture, Mr. Davidson." I lied. Not that I needed to. Tyrone might hold a significant plac