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.

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

apprehended by the police

her fear as she replied softly, "Yes, it's been all over

Jameson continued, his smile devoid of warmth, "unearthed a damning amount of evidence in record time. They struck with

me, Amber," he said slowly, a predatory

cold sweat. Her voice, when she spoke, was a hoarse

know how to sway people. It wouldn't be surprising

certainly know how to sway people. I'm just uncertain if they've managed to win over someone under

he finished his sentence, something

glass at her. She staggered backward, narrowly avoiding a direct

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

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