Jordan’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, the glow of the monitor casting blue light across the cluttered desk. The co-working space hummed with the clatter of keyboards and muffled conversations, but Jordan’s mind was elsewhere—focused on the spreadsheet open on…
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…
Mara stared at the flickering neon sign above her café, its once-vibrant letters now dimmed by years of neglect. The scent of burnt coffee beans lingered in the air, mingling with the faint tang of mildew from the cracked window.…
The town of Hollowbrook had always been a place of whispers. By day, the cobbled streets hummed with the faint clatter of horse-drawn carriages and the scent of fresh-baked bread from Mrs. Delaney’s bakery. By night, the fog rolled in…
The neon sign flickered above the storefront, casting a blood-red glow over the sidewalk. Mara adjusted her black beret, her fingers brushing the cold steel of the revolver tucked into her waistband. The air reeked of fried onions and desperation.…
## The Static Bloom The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold under Leo Maxwell’s forearms. Rain lashed against the panoramic window, blurring neon signs into streaks of ruby and sapphire. He hadn’t touched his lukewarm coffee. Outside, Medellín…