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She'd been running for three years—not away from something, but toward a phantom she couldn't name. The corporate pyramid rose before her each morning, glass and steel catching the...
Marcus stood in the produce aisle, staring at a bag of pre-washed spinach like it held the answer to why his marriage had fallen apart. Three months since Sarah left, and he was st...
Marcus stared at the corporate org chart projected on the conference room wall, its tiered structure resembling nothing so much as a pyramid scheme in three-piece suits. Somewhere ...
The corporate pyramid rose forty floors above Chicago, a glass monument to ambition that Elena had climbed rung by blood-soaked rung. From her office on the thirty-seventh floor, s...
Elena moved through her days like a zombie—not the lumbering, flesh-hunting kind, but the quiet variety that shows up to work, smiles at the right moments, and feels absolutely not...
The oncologist had hands that reminded Mara of her father's—calloused from something, she couldn't place what. Baseball, maybe. Her father had coached little league for thirty year...
Elena ran her fingers through her hair, now more silver than chestnut, and caught her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror of the resort suite. Forty-five years of climbing co...
The modem's fourth light blinked out, taking Marco with it. Elena's husband had been mid-sentence about quarterly projections when the cable connection severed, his face freezing i...
The alarm didn't go off. Elena woke at 6:03 anyway, her body calibrated to decades of corporate momentum. She moved through her apartment like something reanimated—brushing teeth, ...
The goldfish had been swimming in circles for three years, its memory supposedly span-length, though Maya suspected it was simply bored. She tapped the glass as she passed the bowl...
The spinach had been rotting in the crisper drawer for three weeks. Maya stood with the refrigerator door open, the cool air doing nothing to quell the heat rising in her chest, wa...
The pool at the Sunset Ridge Resort was empty at 3 AM, the water still and black as obsidian. Elena sat on the edge, her legs submerged in water that felt too warm, like bathwater ...