For a heartbeat, the three of them just stood there.
Olivia at the curb, Anderson on the steps behind her, and the man in the dark coat between them, the city lights glinting off his glasses.
Vincent broke the silence first. “I hope I'm not interrupting," he said politely, his eyes flicking briefly toward Anderson before returning to Olivia. “I came to see you. Your mother gave me the address."
Olivia found her voice. “You… came for the partnership?" she asked.
“Yes," he said. “And to offer my condolences in person."
He stepped a little closer, but not too close, careful and controlled. “Your father was a remarkable man," he added quietly. “I respected him a lot, even from a distance."
“Thank you," Olivia said.
Behind her, Anderson descended one step, his gaze hard. “Olivia," he sai
