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.

oppressive light, swirling a glass of crimson wine.

was apprehended by the police at the party

mask her fear as she replied softly, “Yes, it’s been all over the

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

“Tell me, Amber,” he said slowly, a predatory glint in his eye, “do you think someone might be playing a little game in the

a second skin, slick

a hoarse whisper. “Ms. Alyssa and Mr. Jasper have

boasts exceptional talent, and they hold significant

wouldn’t be surprising

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

sentence, something flashed before

the wine glass at her. She staggered backward, narrowly avoiding a direct hit to her head. However,