Vincent's pov
I stood frozen in the middle of my office, phone pressed to my ear, trying to make sense of what I was hearing. When I left that place, I knew without a doubt that I would be getting that land. I played the Wyatt’s card for christsake.
"I — what? Why?" I managed. "Mr. Seinfeld, I thought we had an understanding. My proposal —"
"Your proposal was good," he cut me off, "but theirs was better."
"What are you talking about?"
“This is not personal, Mr Ashford.” He cleared his throat, “The Horton group made a more appealing proposal for my land and I will be giving it to them.”
“No, you cannot do this to me. What is it I should have said?” I was practically shouting into the phone, “Tell me what more I could have done?”
"This conversation is over. Don't contact me again."
