~*~*~*~*~*~skipping forward to lunch. With Wolfshiem.~*~*~*~*~*~

"So, how is the bond business, Mr. Carraway?" Wolfshiem said politely.

Nick, confused how he knew where he worked, said, " Fine. Thank you."

"I understand you're looking for a business connection," he said quickly with a spark in his dark eyes.

Gatsby's he snapped over, "No. No, no, no. No, no, no. This isn't the man, Meyer. This is the friend that I told you about," he said raising his eyebrows.

"Oh, I beg your pardon," Wolfshiem said as Jay looked at his watch looking as if he wanted to get away. "I had the wrong man!" He chuckled.

"Now if you'll excuse me I have to make that call." He said looking at Nick, trying to make an excuse to get away to call home. He moved his way through the crowd making polite comments to those he knew on the way towards the telephone.

Knowing he only had a moment until he needed to get back. He impatiently waited for his butler to get his daughter on the wire.

"Hello?" said her high and pure voice, but sad.

Gatsby's face grew concerned, "Hey, little lady. What's wrong?"

"I fell down a few the stairs of the patio," he winced as she continued, "And my wrist hurts real bad. Your mean butler won't help me," he could almost hear her pout through the phone.

"All right, Scar. I'll leave right now; I'll be there in an hour or so. Love you."

"Ok. Love you too, daddy. Bye," she sniffed.

He quickly hung up the phone and went back to his table trying to conceal his worry but Nick saw it.

"Gentleman. Everything all right?" He said trying to speed up the conversation to get out.

"Yes, yes, we… we were just talking about other people's wives," he said nervously. Gatsby narrowed his eyes slightly not believing him. Had he mentioned Scarlett to Wolfshiem?

~*~*~*~*~*~No more than 30 seconds later~*~*~*~*~*~

"Now, old sport, about Miss Baker and that request we spoke of," he said trying to explain the favor quickly and get home, until, he was cut off by Tom Buchanan.

"Nick? Nick! "

"Tom! Funny seeing you," Nick said giving Jay an apologetic look.

"How have you been?"

"Yeah, good!"

"Daisy!" Gatsby tensed when Tom spoke her name, "She's furious that you haven't called!"

Nick tried to dismiss it, "Hey, uh, Mr. Gatsby this is Mr. Buchanan."

Jay forced a smile and stood, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said uncomfortably without meeting his eyes.

Gatsby quickly turned in left, to get home and away from Daisy's husband.

~*~*~*~*~*~ Later that night ~*~*~*~*~*~

"Happy to do it," Nick said with a small smile. "I'm going to call Daisy and invite her to tea."

Jay's eyebrows shot up, "That's all right-"

"What day would suit you?"

"What day would suit you?" Gatsby smiled uncertainly, "I don't want to put you in any trouble."

"Day after tomorrow?" He said seriously, "Well… I-I'd want to get the grass cut." He said swiveling around while Nick only saw vines and wood chips.