Shattered Glass And Golden Cages

Summary

Brooks Montgomery’s assistant has a penchant for "pranks."

She waited until I was in the shower, then planted a dead rat in the bathroom to send me bolting onto the penthouse balcony in a panic. The moment I stepped out, she slid the glass door shut and engaged the deadbolt.

I was trapped out there for three days, wrapped in nothing but a damp bath towel.

I screamed until my throat was raw, but the wind off the city skyline swallowed my voice. No one came. By the time the door finally clicked open on the third afternoon, I was delirious with hunger and shivering from the damp cold.