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.

swirling a

apprehended by the police at the party organized by the

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

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

glass, his eyes locking onto Amber's. "Tell me, Amber," he said

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

exceptional talent, and they hold significant influence. They know how to sway people. It wouldn't be surprising if someone was

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

he finished his sentence, something

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

skin. She quickly forced a mask of composure onto her face. "What's

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