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

of time." Cyrus sat across

bearing was not intimidated by the person opposite him at

was perhaps an example of the saying that evil

15 more minutes before the 24 hours

could I let

before the final second? I put in so much effort to get you

His heart was pounding.

results of Jameson's urinalysis would only be ready in ten

results showed that he wasn't taking drugs, he would have to release him and shoulder massive responsibility

capturing him next time might also

wanting to spend more time chatting with

Jameson

came

at his watch

have

talk about how you and Lyse worked together to set me up." Cyrus'

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

rage burned

crushed the paper cup on the

though, the coffee at your

can fund the coffee beans for you people here." "Jameson Schmidt!" Cyrus' eyes turned red as he shot

you so anxious? I'm not

Unless...

up to force me to confess?" Jameson crushed the paper cup into