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.

a glass of crimson wine. He then drank the wine to

been charged with corruption, bribery, and sexual assault. He was apprehended by the police at the

fear as she replied softly, “Yes, it’s

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

the wine in his glass, his eyes locking onto Amber’s. “Tell me, Amber,” he said

to Amber like a second

“Ms. Alyssa and Mr. Jasper

boasts exceptional talent, and they hold significant

know how to sway people. It wouldn’t be

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

he finished his sentence, something

She staggered backward, narrowly avoiding a direct hit to her