Mara’s fingers flew over the keyboard, each keystroke a hammer against the silence of her cramped office. The screen glowed blue, casting shadows across the stacks of coffee cups and half-read industry journals. She stared at the analytics dashboard, her pulse quickening. Traffic had plummeted overnight. Not a dip, not a slump—this was a free fall. Her throat tightened. The numbers didn’t lie. Someone had weaponized the algorithm against her.
