Every light in the Silverport office building blazed bright.
I sat at the head of the conference table, flipping through the proposal our business partner had submitted.
The CEO of their partner company couldn't stop gushing about my professional skills.
"Ms. Johnson, you're such a powerhouse. No wonder you've grown the company to this size."
I gave him a polite smile, lifted my coffee cup, and took a slow sip.
Free from the dead weight of James, that bloodsucker who'd leeched off me for so long, my mind felt clearer than it had in years.
My work efficiency had even doubled.
But across town, James sat on a hard, cold chair in an interrogation room.
A harsh, glaring bulb bore straight down into his face.
His hands were cuffed to the interrogation chair, and his face was gaunt and h
