Outside, Cassandra paced nervously, her phone in her hand as she placed a call. She couldn’t stop thinking about Ben’s final words before she left the room. I remember everything.
She needed to figure out her next move—and fast. Ben was dangerous now. He knew too much. And if she didn’t act quickly, everything she had worked so hard for would come crashing down.
"Why is Ben Morrison still breathing?" she said once the call was picked.
"He's one lucky bastard." a husky voice answered, "I haven't been able to get him alone in the room."
"You had one simple job! Just one, and you failed woefully." Cassandra screamed and hung up.
There was one more person who could help her. She picked up her phone again and dialed.
As soon as Cassandra left the room, Ben's smirk deepened. He turned his
