Can’t Win Me Back

Jameson cracked his knuckles as he instructed through clenched teeth, “Head back to the Millennium!”

A storm cloud hung over Jameson’s face as he entered the Millennium. Anyone could see his simmering rage.

“Carl,” Jameson barked, his voice laced with ice, “get Amber down here. Now.”

Carl scurried to obey, his heart hammering in his chest.

After more than ten minutes, Amber appeared in the basement, where the incompetent and traitorous were often dealt with.

A metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air as the door creaked open.

“Mr. Schmidt.” Amber bowed deeply. Despite her outward composure, her heart was beating wildly.

couch in the dim, oppressive light, swirling a glass of crimson wine. He then

with corruption, bribery, and sexual assault. He was apprehended by the police at the party organized by the Schmidt Group. Are

she replied softly, “Yes, it’s been all over

Jasper,” Jameson continued, his smile devoid of warmth, “unearthed a damning amount of evidence in record time. They struck with ruthless efficiency, leaving

onto Amber’s. “Tell me, Amber,” he said slowly, a predatory glint in his eye, “do you think someone

dress clung to Amber like a second skin, slick with

a hoarse whisper. “Ms. Alyssa and Mr.

exceptional talent,

people. It wouldn’t be surprising if

certainly know how to sway people. I’m just uncertain if they’ve managed to win over

his sentence, something flashed

backward, narrowly avoiding a direct hit to her head.