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Mara had been running from the meeting for twenty minutes when her feet found the hotel pool instead of her car. The corporate retreat was supposed to be transformative—team buildi...
Maggie's spinach salad lay wilting on the white tablecloth, the delicate leaves already turning slimy from the dressing. She hadn't touched it. Neither had she touched her phone, t...
Mara traced the lifeline on my palm, her fingernail catching the fluorescence of the hotel bar. Outside, lightning fractured the sky above Waikiki, turning the ocean into a bruised...
The corporate retreat's swimming pool glowed with an artificial blue that seemed to mock the darkness gathering around the perimeter. Elena stood at its edge, her fingers tracing t...
The stadium emptied before the bottom of the ninth. Rain sheeted down, turning the dirt infield into something resembling chocolate mousse, and somewhere beyond the floodlights, li...
The zombie wasn't the movie kind—flesh rotting, limbs dragging, hungering for brains. No, this zombie wore a tailored navy suit and sat three desks away from Elena in the open-plan...
The corporate **pyramid** rose from the desert floor like a tombstone to ambition. Elena stood at the base, clutching her **orange** safety vest—the kind that marked her as tempora...
Elena had always believed corporate espionage would feel more cinematic. Instead, she sat by the hotel pool at 2 AM, nursing a warm club soda and wondering when she'd started needi...
Elena hadn't spoken to Sarah in six months when the email arrived. Her former friend had gotten promoted—over her. The subject line read simply: "Lunch?" and Elena felt something t...
The orange sun was bleeding into the smog as Marcus climbed another telephone pole, his cable hook biting into the wood. His thighs burned from the running—three miles every mornin...
Mara woke at 3 AM to the sound of her phone buzzing. Another slack notification from Tokyo. She lay there, eyes fixed on the ceiling, feeling like something walking around in her s...
Marcus stood in the doorway of his office, watching the early morning light paint the sky in shades of bruised **orange**. At forty-seven, he'd accumulated the kind of success that...