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Maya had become something of a zombie at work. Not the flesh-eating kind, but the corporate variety—shuffling between meetings, eyes glazed over, responding to emails with automati...
She watched him from across the hotel ballroom, the way his thinning hair caught the fluorescent lights—thinner now than when they'd met eight years ago in a bar not unlike this on...
Emma had been a corporate spy for fifteen years, stealing trade secrets from pharmaceutical companies while pretending to be a mid-level accountant. She was good at it—good enough ...
Elena's palm pressed against the cool glass of her iPhone, the device warming against her skin as she waited for him to respond. Three dots appeared, disappeared, appeared again—a ...
The dust on Marcus's bookshelves hadn't been disturbed in years. Elena ran her finger along the spine of a paperback, leaving a clean line through the gray. Three weeks since the f...
Margaret stood in the center of their living room, holding the orange ceramic cat—some kitschy souvenir from Tijuana that David had bought during that disastrous weekend when they ...
The papaya sat on the white ceramic plate, its orange flesh glistening like something sacrificial. Elena had cut it herself—precise, practiced wedges—and now she watched it soften ...
Elena stood in the kitchen of her mother's empty house, a papaya in one hand, a serrated knife in the other. The fruit's mottled yellow-green skin reminded her of bruises—that spec...
The papaya sat on my desk, ripe and freckled like the woman who'd left it there—my former friend, Elena, who'd fucked me over in the most corporate way possible. She'd built a pyra...
Marcus stood in the wreckage of his life—three cardboard boxes and a cat named Mephistopheles. The bull market had finally turned, and it had taken everything: the penthouse, the P...
Elena adjusted her wig in the mirror, the wide-brimmed hat casting shadows across eyes that had seen too many corporate galas. She was a spy, or at least that's what her extraction...
The vitamin D sat on her tongue, dissolving slowly like all the promises she'd made herself that summer. Three a day, the doctor said. For bone health. For resilience. For the kind...