Wrong Room: Trapped By The Ruthless CEO

lee took a deep breath, the cold beer

ady, a stark contrast to the storm of memories inside her. "The insurance wou

placed by a somber, focused attention. She hel

and the "high-paying gig" she'd offered. A bitter, self-mocking smile touched he

om, the man's rough, impatient voice. Her own voice grew quieter as she recounted the

acking, "the next morning... I rea

, her glass sloshing whiskey on

and rolling down her cheek. "The real client... the

t bastard! That absolute son of a bitch! You should have

Jessie? 'Excuse me, officer, I was trying to sell myself to one rich man b

e, the desperate need to escape, and the petty,

as silent except for the soun

fierce, protective hug. "Oh, honey," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

o her friend and wept, letting out six years of

ie pulled back, wiping the tears from Kailee's face w

she said, her voice

nodded

room for argument. "We find that bastard and we make hi

. I don't ever want to see him again." She took a shaky breath. "Besides... I don't even k

, dumbfounded. "You

o her memory, she had no name, no title, nothing to find him by. He

ation. "Okay," she said, squeezing Kailee's hand. "Okay. It doesn't matter. He's in the pas

r, a silent pact of friendship an

h. "A real design job. I haven't stopped working, sketching... I

life," she said, her fiery spirit retu

beer bottle again

eace settled over her. She gently stroked Leo's hair, his face so serious even in sleep. She le

It was filled with years of designs, ideas, and

and for herself, s

fice high above the city, Archer

ity footage was... problematic. The angle was bad, too much fo

s jaw t

acial recognition got a hit from a camera at the arriv

d taken from a distance. But it was unmistakably her. The line of

the photo

ee B

glinting in their depths. Six years. Six year

she ha

o a slow, cold smil