CHAPTER 81

"Timothy. You still with us?" I snap my attention to the lawyers on the tablet. "What're we waiting for?" "They're reviewing your revised terms for the debt restructuring," our lead attorney says. "Terms which are more than fair," I press. "So, what's to review?" There's no answer. I tug on my hair and rise from the chair, the four walls starting to feel like a prison after twelve hours. I went to our villa to rest for a few hours last night, holding my fiancée while she slept. I don't want to shift the burden of my responsibility onto her, but this situation has tested every ounce of my resolve. "What if we put this on hold until after the wedding?" I ask. My fiancée is getting ready for the rehearsal dinner, and I'm in here arguing over technicalities. "Exclusivity lapses tomorrow. Which means everything we've all been working on for weeks-months-is gone." I'm typically the cool head in any conversation. Now, I'm frustrated enough to put a fist through the wall. I hope