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.

dim, oppressive light, swirling a glass

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

replied

a damning amount of evidence in record time. They struck with ruthless efficiency, leaving the

onto Amber's. "Tell me, Amber," he said slowly, a

dress clung to Amber like a second skin, slick with a cold sweat. Her voice, when she spoke, was

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

if they've managed to win

his sentence, something

the wine glass at her. She staggered backward, narrowly avoiding a direct hit to her head. However, the glass shattered at the tip of her high heels, splashing

into her skin. She quickly forced a mask of composure onto her

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