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.

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

bribery, and sexual assault. He was apprehended by the police at the party organized by the Schmidt Group.

replied softly, "Yes, it's been all

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

off, swirling the wine in his glass, his eyes locking onto Amber's. "Tell me, Amber," he said slowly, a predatory glint in his eye, "do you think someone might be playing

with a cold sweat. Her voice,

know how to

if they've managed to win over someone under my nose, unbeknownst to

he finished his sentence, something flashed

backward, narrowly avoiding a direct

of composure onto her face. "What's wrong, Mr. Schmidt? Who has upset you?" she asked, her voice devoid of

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