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.

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

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

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

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

his eyes locking onto Amber’s. “Tell me, Amber,” he said slowly, a predatory glint in his eye, “do you

crimson dress clung to Amber like a second skin, slick with a cold

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

talent, and they hold

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

just uncertain if they’ve managed to win over someone under

finished his sentence, something flashed before Amber’s

at her. She staggered backward, narrowly avoiding a direct