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…
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 air in Harbor’s End hung heavy with salt and diesel, the kind of brine that clung to your skin long after you left the docks. Mira Voss stepped off the bus, her boots crunching over gravel as she scanned…
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…