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

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

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

of warmth, "unearthed a damning amount of evidence

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 a little game in the

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

boasts exceptional talent, and they hold significant influence. They know how to sway people. It

just uncertain if they've managed to

sentence, something flashed before

avoiding a direct hit to her head. However, the glass shattered at

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

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