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.

a glass of crimson wine.

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

attempted to mask her fear as she replied softly, "Yes,

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

wine in his glass, his eyes locking onto Amber's. "Tell me, Amber," he said slowly, a predatory glint in his eye, "do you

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

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

I'm just uncertain if they've managed to win over someone under my nose,

his sentence, something flashed

raised his hand and hurled 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 skin. She quickly forced a mask of composure onto her face. "What's wrong, Mr. Schmidt? Who

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