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.

the dim, oppressive light, swirling a glass

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

mask her fear as she replied

“unearthed a damning amount of evidence in record time. They struck with ruthless efficiency,

He trailed off, swirling the wine in his glass, his eyes locking onto Amber’s. “Tell me, Amber,” he said slowly, a predatory glint in his eye, “do

crimson dress clung to Amber like a second skin, slick

voice, when she spoke, was a hoarse whisper. “Ms.

company boasts exceptional talent,

wouldn’t be surprising if someone was helping

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

finished his sentence,

raised his hand and hurled the wine glass at her. She staggered backward, narrowly avoiding a direct hit to her head. However, the glass shattered at the tip of her high heels,