Who caused her pain II

One of Frank's lady staff now brought him a bottle of whiskey with a glass. She soon left as he now helped himself by pouring himself some drink.

He took a sip and dropped the glass on the wooden table.

Frank was some inches away from him, he took his shirt off as it appears he was sweating in it. Probably due to the activity he was doing before he came to see him.

He had a skin full of tattoos and scars. He had tried covering a lot of them with tattoos but he acquires new scars with the speed of light.

"Man, my condolences about Theodore,"  Frank said before handing his shirt to the same lady who served him a drink.

"Mmm," Dennis let out before reaching for his glass and taking a sip.

"Condolences won't bring him back," he said dropping his whiskey glass on the table.

"Wanna do something about it?” Frank asked.

“You know I will,” Dennis responded.

“Wasn't it in an accident?” Frank questioned. 

“Yea, but a cooked one.” 

“Mmm,” Frank let out before moving towards the table, then helping himself with a drink.

“How sure are you?” he asked. 

“Pretty sure, I went there, saw the car, everything was infused, but smartly."

“Who are you thinking?” Frank asked.

”you know who, same old, same old.”

”what do you want to do?

What do you want me to do?” Frank asked.

“Mmm,” Dennis let out before reaching for his drink and taking a sip. 

“We’ll wait,” he said then sipping his drink.

"Let them get comfortable,

We’ll get them.” He said relaxing into the chair.

He knew his opponent and he knew going for them now was too cliche, the would be ready, and he just havmtwd botched missions, so he could never let emotions cause him to ride into an already foreseen mistake.

He hated to wait, but he would. He would stay low till they get comfortable. 

He and Frank discussed to a length, they spoke about business and other things before he then left his old time friend and made to a different destination

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Joleen now stepped in into Mrs. Wayne's office, she saw the woman look at her through her glasses before a disturbing look now occupied her face.

"Please sit," the woman said with a soft tone even though she just continued what she was doing.

She sat just across the table and in less than three minutes, she put what she was doing on hold.

"Joleen, it is, right?" Mrs. Wayne asked.

Joleen was certain of one thing, that her chance there was at stake. The woman's tone said it all.

 Not only did Dennis Wayne, her son let her know she would lose everything, but now she had one of her tutors willing to throw her out.

"Yes, she responded." 

"Look, I uhh," she spoke as she adjusted her glasses.

"I tried...." she said as she looked like she was struggling to find words to express herself.

"I tried, I tried to keep you ..."