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.

light, swirling a glass of crimson wine. He

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

her fear as she replied softly,

devoid of warmth, “unearthed a damning amount of

“Tell me, Amber,”

a second skin, slick

when she spoke, was a hoarse whisper. “Ms. Alyssa and Mr. Jasper

exceptional talent, and they hold significant

to sway people. It wouldn’t be surprising if someone was

sway people. I’m just uncertain if they’ve managed to win over someone under my nose, unbeknownst to

finished his sentence,

at her. She staggered backward, narrowly avoiding a direct hit