Eugene sighed—a long, deflated exhale that made him sink deeper into the leather chair. He looked older in that moment. The man was always put-together, always polished.
"Actually," he said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck, "I thought you would have made the announcement to stop the engagement."
"I came there to stop the engagement," Winn said. "But I am a businessman." His lips pulled into a humorless smirk. "I take advantage of situations."
His phone vibrated against the desk.
He glanced at the caller ID anyway. Sylvia.
He pressed the phone face-down without answering.
He leveled his gaze at Eugene again.
"Do we have a deal?" Winn asked quietly.
Eugene looked at Winn, then away, then back again.
"Fine. I don't know how long I can hold my parents off from fixing a date for the wedding," Eugene said.
