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 hum of fluorescent lights buzzed like a trapped wasp as Jordan slumped over the desk, fingers hovering above the keyboard. A spreadsheet glared back, its columns of data a labyrinth of keywords and metrics. The client’s deadline loomed—two weeks…
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 Voss stepped off the creaking bus, her boots crunching over gravel as the scent of pine and damp earth filled her lungs. Blackthorn had not changed in ten years—same rusted streetlights, same crooked storefronts, same air of quiet desperation.…
The rain tapped against the window like a cipher, each drop a letter in a language only the storm understood. Mara tightened her grip on the mug, its ceramic warmth seeping into her palms as the flickering overhead light cast…
Mara sat at her desk, the glow of her laptop casting blue light across the cluttered room. A faint hum from the printer mingled with the scent of burnt coffee. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, staring at the spreadsheet…
The wind howled through the skeletal trees as Mara stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching on gravel. The town of Blackmoor lay ahead, its silhouette jagged against the bruised sky. She hadn’t returned in twelve years, but the…
Maya sat at her desk, the glow of her monitor casting blue light across the sterile office walls. The hum of fluorescent lights blended with the rhythmic clatter of keyboards, a sound she’d long since tuned out. Her fingers hovered…
The town of Cedar Hollow had always been a place where secrets lingered in the misty air, but nothing prepared Clara Voss for the unraveling that began the day she found the note. It was tucked beneath the door of…
The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed like a trapped wasp in the cramped office, casting a sterile glow over rows of laptops. Mira Voss leaned back in her creaking chair, fingers stilled over the keyboard, as the latest analytics report…
Mara stood at the edge of the woods, her boots sinking into the damp earth as the scent of pine and decaying leaves filled her lungs. The town of Blackmoor had not changed in twenty years—same crooked streetlights, same rusted…
Mara stepped off the creaking bus, her boots sinking into the damp earth of Cedar Hollow. The air smelled of pine and decay, a scent that clung to her like a memory she couldn’t name. She hadn’t returned in ten…
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,…
Jordan’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, the glow of the screen casting shadows across the cluttered desk. The numbers on the analytics dashboard pulsed like a heartbeat—traffic spiking, rankings climbing, conversions soaring. But something was wrong. The data didn’t align…
The fluorescent hum of the office buzzed like a trapped wasp. Lena’s fingers hovered over her keyboard, the glow of her screen casting pale light on the coffee stain smudged across her desk. Outside, the city pulsed with neon and…