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. He then drank the wine to wet

sexual assault. He was apprehended by the police at the party organized by

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

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

“Tell me, Amber,” he said slowly, a predatory glint in his eye,

Amber like a second skin, slick with a cold

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

boasts exceptional talent, and

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

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

finished his sentence,

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