He feels helpless and in point of fact he is. And he gets it, and in getting it he is despairing. Owen, I can’t write him off, I owe him,” she sai...d. Her husband nodded.“I know, I know, okay, we’ll keep trying, But, Abbs, I’m at my wits end. I just don’t know how I or we can get through to the man,” he said.“So what happened? I mean you went all that way just to hear him tell you to get lost? What?” she said. “Did you get a word in edgewise? I mean nothing?”“Not exactly,” he said.“Okay?” she. She was wearing a floor length gown of some clinging green material. It was fastened over one shoulder with some sort of clip leaving the other shoulder bare. It almost, but not quite, hid her charms from view. I had to meet this lady! After all, I was a divorced man for over two years, after finding my wife in the all too clichéd arms of my best friend, I swore off women and hadn’t had sex since the divorce. Instead I buried myself in my work. I suppose the rapid advancement in my work was. Lonnie nodded, "Yeah, tell me about it, but I don't know who to get. I need someone reliable like you." Lonnie's cell phone rang at that moment, as it often did, and he quickly answered. Cade knew it was Angie because he could hear her yelling, even though Cade was unable to hear everything she was saying, he could tell it had something to do with billing."God damn that woman is relentless," Lonnie said in irritation as he hung up the phone.Cade let out a heavy sigh, "What's the problem. The reason why Tristan disliked him so much was that his own father never failed to throw Damon's accomplishments in his face."Why can't you be more like Damon? He's responsible, reliable, he's got a head for business, any father will be proud of him..."Yeah yeah yeah yeah... too bad his father was dead so couldn't be proud of him. Tristan knew he was being mean but he could only take so much. Heck he was only twenty-one. And how oold was Damon? Twenty-fucking-six. Damon wasn't this.