Joey looked at him with pure horror. "Fuck you! I could have at least finished that episode if I knew the trip was going to be useless."
"It wasn't." He started the car. "It really wasn't."
He drove away from the Rothschild mansion as evening lights glowed behind them.
The engagement could hold.
The champagne could flow.
The world could applaud Ivy and Eugene all night long.
Winn had seen what he needed to see. And now—
He had time.
Time to plan.
Time to plot.
Time to get away with murder… hopefully.
*****
Monday morning arrived with its usual corporate sharpness. The skyline outside Winn's office was washed in bright sunlight.
Lydia poked her head through the doorway.
"Sir," Lydia said carefully. "A Mr. Eugene Rothschild is here to see you."
Winn didn't look up immediately. He slowly closed the file he'd been reading, fingers tapping once on the cover before he lifted his gaze.
