Can’t Win Me Back

It had been almost 24 hours since Jameson was detained in the police station's interrogation room.

When he was at Kontina, countless people curried favor with him, sang praises about him, and sought favors from him.

The amount of people who kissed up to him was outrageous.

When he returned to his country, he ruled The Millennium at night.

Currently, he was in complete control of Schmidt Group.

He was an unparalleled leader whom many looked up to.

He was surrounded by endless power, money, and pride.

These placed him high up on a pedestal.

It had been a long time since he was last put in captivity and treated disrespectfully like this.

Every passing second and minute felt like ages.

It was excruciating.

More than that, it was humiliating.

"We're almost at the 24-hour mark.

When will I be able to leave?" Jameson sat on the cold and uncomfortable chair in the interrogation room with his legs crossed.

There was a chilling harshness behind his gold-framed glasses.

the rush,

of time." Cyrus sat across

intimidated by

perhaps an example of the saying that

minutes before

I let the distinguished

put in so much effort to get you to come in here." Heaven

His heart was pounding.

Jameson's urinalysis would

he wasn't taking drugs, he would have to release him

but capturing him next time might also

spend more time chatting

I right?" Jameson leaned back

came

glanced at his watch with

have

talk about how you and Lyse worked together to set me

"Jameson, don't hurl accusations without any proof." "Didn't you also capture

deep rage burned

the paper

to say, though, the coffee at your station

beans for you people here." "Jameson Schmidt!" Cyrus' eyes turned red

so anxious? I'm not

Unless...

up to force me to confess?" Jameson