Jayme and Missy pace their deluxe suite at the hotel, rehearsing bullet points for their 2PM pitch to their investors. This could be the seven-figure deal that launches their startup. But I need that contract more than they do. I slip the keycard I cloned yesterday into their door at 1:15PM. Jayme's eyes widen as I enter; Missy lunges for her phone. Three minutes later, both women lie face-down on the carpet, wrists bound with rope behind their backs, elbows cinched painfully together with nylon cord, ankles folded up and secured to their hands. The ball gags—white silicone, professional grade—muffle their protests to mere whimpers. At 1:30, I check my handiwork one last time, then leave them writhing on the floor, their stockinged feet flexing uselessly against their restraints, designer heels kicked aside. By the time housekeeping finds them, the investors will have left the building.

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