C18 SHE DOESN’T HAVE THE GUTS TO WALK AWAY, SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE’S RISKING
Samuel Meyer's Office
The sunlight was spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Samuel Meyer’s office. His office was cold, sleek, and calculated. The walls were dark, the lines clean, and a scent of aged leather and burnt coffee lingered in the air.
Samuel sat behind his desk, scrolling through his phone. A fresh cup of coffee sat untouched next to a thick folder he still hadn't opened
