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Mara stood on the balcony of the corporate retreat center, her iPhone clenched in her palm until the metal bit into her skin. Three missed calls from David. Two unread emails from ...
The cat appeared on Tuesday morning, perched on my cubicle wall like some judgmental sphinx, its yellow eyes piercing through my corporate haze. I'd been feeling like a zombie for ...
The moment Julia dropped her iPhone in the toilet was the moment everything changed. Not because of the phone itself—she could buy another—but because of what she'd been reading wh...
Marco stepped onto the padel court at 6 AM, the fluorescent lights humming above him like dying insects. Forty-seven years old and he'd become what he once pitied: a man who woke b...
Maya had been a corporate spy for fifteen years, but tonight, floating in the heated pool of the Prague Hilton, she felt the weight of every stolen secret pressing against her ches...
Elena adjusted the fascinator—a ridiculous little thing with feathers that tickled her ear—and sipped lukewarm champagne. The corporate gala glittered around her, diamond necklaces...
Elena adjusted the black fascinator perched precariously on her head, a ridiculous hat she'd bought for the occasion - Richard's occasion. The widower's widow, dressed to kill in a...
The corporate retreat was Mara's idea—she was always the one who dragged us into things. We sat by the hotel pool, margaritas in hand, while she explained her new venture with that...
Maria sat at the kitchen table, palm resting against her cool forehead, the apartment around her echoingly quiet. The goldfish—David's goldfish, the one he'd won at that seaside ca...
The bottles lined their bathroom counter like a constellation of failed promises. Vitamin D, B-complex, magnesium, omega-3. Elena had started taking them six months ago, when she f...
The goldfish circled its bowl in the corner of the hospital room, its orange scales catching the fluorescent light. Marcus had bought it two weeks ago, a ridiculous impulse purchas...
The papaya sat on Mara's desk like an accusation. Fresh from the bodega, its mottled yellow skin already yielding slightly to the touch. She'd bought it on impulse—something about ...