The morning sun slanted through the office windows, casting jagged light across rows of desks. Mira’s fingers hovered over her keyboard, the glow of her screen reflecting in her dark eyes. A client’s website had dropped 20 points in rankings…
Jordan’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, the glow of his monitor casting shadows across the cluttered desk. The client’s website had plummeted in rankings overnight, and the email from their CEO was a cold blade to his gut: *”We need…
The salt air bit sharp against Mara’s cheeks as she stepped off the ferry, her boots crunching over gravel. The town of Seabrook hadn’t changed—same creaking docks, same bleached-white houses clinging to the cliffs. But the businesses along Main Street…
Mara stepped off the bus into the thick July air, her boots crunching gravel as she scanned the town square. The clock tower’s hands hung frozen at 3:17, a relic from the 1920s when the town had last updated anything.…
## The Static Between Rain lashed against the corrugated metal awning of Leo Maxwell’s office. Not a downpour, but a persistent, oily drizzle that smelled like exhaust and regret. He stared at the chipped Formica of his desk, a half-empty…