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.

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

sexual assault. He was apprehended by the

as she replied softly,

warmth, "unearthed a damning amount of evidence in record time. They struck with ruthless

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

a second skin, slick with a cold sweat. Her voice, when she spoke, was a hoarse whisper. "Ms. Alyssa and Mr.

exceptional talent, and they hold significant influence. They know how

they've managed

finished his sentence, something flashed before Amber's

the wine glass at her. She staggered backward, narrowly avoiding a direct hit to her head. However, the glass shattered at the

blank as the cold liquid soaked into her skin. She quickly forced a mask of composure onto

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