over there – and cuff yourself to your little friend!” he growled.

That was the last thing she heard before she slipped into unconsciousness again.

 

When Jamie finally regained consciousness, she found herself lying on a couch in what seemed to be an office. There was a warm, yellow glow coming from overhead by means of few small hanging lights. The walls were paneled with beautiful rosewood, with the farthest wall from her adorned with an expensive painting – a scene of old-timey people in a garden. There was a thick, steel door at the front of the room, and on that wall was an immense window. In the center of the room was a comfortable chair that sat in front of a gargantuan desk which seemed to be, although she couldn’t be sure, made of ivory. The floor was...

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