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The goldfish circled his bowl, orange against the black granite countertop, oblivious to the woman weeping at the kitchen island. Elena had inherited him with the house—Marcus's ho...
The corporate pyramid loomed above her, forty stories of glass and steel reflecting the dying afternoon. Elena pressed her forehead against the cool window of her thirty-fifth floo...
The palm of her hand still felt warm from his touch, but the heat was already fading, like a photograph left too long in the sun. Elena sat on the edge of the bathtub while water d...
Elena had been working the overnight shift at the Meridian Tower for three months when she stopped sleeping. The job was simple enough: watch the monitors, walk the floors, make su...
Maya stood before the scale model of the new corporate headquarters—a gleaming glass pyramid rising from the desert floor like some tomb of a civilization that worshipped only effi...
Elena's phone vibrated against the nightstand at 2 AM—a pulse of blue light in the darkness. Marcus's iPhone. He'd left it behind when he'd rushed to the airport for his quarterly ...
The storm broke just as Maya slipped out the sliding door, leaving the hotel room where Daniel still slept. The pool shimmered below — an empty black mirror, save for the single un...
The glass of water sat untouched on Mara's desk, condensation weeping down the sides like a guilty conscience. Outside, rain battered the floor-to-ceiling windows of the forty-seco...
Miranda had been a spy for twelve years, though the word felt too glamorous for what she actually did: stealing trade secrets from mid-level pharmaceutical executives while pretend...
Marcus stood in the center of his living room, surrounded by towers of cardboard boxes that rose like domestic monuments to his five years with Sarah. The apartment echoed with a h...
The water in the hotel pool was impossibly blue, the kind of artificial cerulean that made you think of corporate brochures and vacation packages that never deliver what they promi...
Maria's palm rested against the cool glass of her apartment window, watching the palm tree sway in the predawn darkness. At 4:00 AM, the city outside was still asleep, but her mind...