Clara Voss stepped off the creaking bus, her boots crunching gravel as the autumn wind sliced through her coat. Blackwood, a town buried in the pine-draped hills of Oregon, had not changed in ten years—except for the digital signs flickering…
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 hum of the server room was a low, steady pulse, like a heartbeat. Jordan leaned against the cold metal of the workstation, eyes scanning the screen where data streamed in jagged lines. The numbers had been dropping for days—traffic,…
The server room hummed with a low, mechanical drone, a sound that had become as familiar to Mara as her own breath. She adjusted the collar of her hoodie, the fabric scratchy against her neck, and stared at the blinking…
## Dough & Data The chipped Formica countertop stuck to Detective Leo Reynolds’s elbow. Rain lashed against the window of Mabel’s Diner, mirroring the storm inside him. Website ranking. That was his current hell. Not catching actual criminals, but boosting…