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.

dim, oppressive light, swirling a glass of crimson wine. He then drank

He was apprehended by the police at the party organized

as she replied softly, “Yes, it’s been all

of

if they had inside information…” 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

clung to Amber like a

whisper. “Ms. Alyssa

boasts exceptional talent, and they

how to sway people. It wouldn’t

people. I’m just uncertain if they’ve managed to

his sentence, something flashed before

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