Anderson hung his head, then slowly, reluctantly, turned around. "You were more than happy to see me go, you've barely tried to call or write in all these years I've been gone, but you'll beg me to come back to work?"
"If I had thought begging you to stay would have worked, I would have. I know very good and well it just drives you further away. But I'm desperate. We need your help or the business will foldor worse, get bought out, and I will not let that happen. Even if it means coming here and begging you for help."
Groaning, Anderson drained what remained of Lynn's wine then went to the kitchen for more. Taking the full glass back to the living room, he glared at her. "Lynn comes with me. Anybody says one single fucking negative thing about him and that's it. And I'd better be getting paid for my time."