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.

swirling a glass of crimson wine.

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

fear as she replied

continued, his smile devoid of warmth, “unearthed a damning amount of evidence in record time. They

the wine in his glass, his eyes locking onto Amber’s. “Tell me, Amber,” he said slowly, a predatory glint in his eye, “do you think someone might be playing a little game in the

crimson dress clung to Amber like a second skin, slick with a

hoarse whisper. “Ms. Alyssa

company boasts exceptional talent, and they hold

wouldn’t be surprising

if they’ve managed to win over someone under my

his sentence, something flashed

staggered backward, narrowly avoiding a direct hit