—Amira—

A flint of anger sparked inside me.

He was enjoying pulling the carpet under my feet every time. And I couldn't believe I fell for his tricks again.

Oh, who said I couldn't play the game too?

A reticent smile played on my lips as I straightened from his desk. I smoothed my dress and nodded.

”Yes sir,” I mumbled.

Turning on my heels, I walked out of his office.

Soon enough, he’d learn that ninety-nine days belong to the thief—but one day always belongs to the ...