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The baseball game droned on from the television I'd left on for company—bottom of the ninth, two outs, the announcer's voice low and hypnotic. I sat on my fire escape with a glass ...
Elena stood at the kitchen counter, staring at the single gray hair she'd just plucked from her temple. It was the third one this week. At forty-three, she knew better than to be v...
The pool at the Hotel Bel-Air was empty at 6 AM, which was precisely why Elena chose it. She'd been **swimming** every morning since the merger announcement, trying to drown the an...
Elaine stood at the counter, her wedding ring catching the morning light as she chopped spinach with rhythmic precision. The knife's chopping against the wooden board was the only ...
The market had been in bull territory for three years when Elena decided to become a bear. Not the Wall Street kind—the kind that hibernates, that retreats. She sat at her kitchen...
Sarah swallowed the vitamin D pill with tap water, her hands trembling. Three hours of sleep again. She'd become a zombie in her own life, shuffling through corporate hallways, ste...
The orange envelope arrived on a Tuesday, the color of prison jumpsuits and warning lights. Elias had been expecting it—corporate espionage has that kind of inevitability, like gra...
Marcus stood by the window on the 42nd floor of the pyramid-shaped glass building, watching lightning fork across the charcoal sky. At 47, he'd spent two decades climbing the corpo...
Looking out the twenty-third floor window, Elena watched the fox padding through the alley below. Its russet coat gleamed like something alive amidst the gray concrete, a reminder ...
The conference had drained him completely. By day three, Mark felt like a zombie moving through the resort, shaking hands with people whose names he'd already forgotten. He sat by ...
The goldfish circled its bowl, the same endless loop Elena had been making for six months. Corporate espionage had seemed glamorous in the recruitment brochure—the pay, the intrigu...
The pyramid-shaped building rose from the desert floor like a glass coffin, forty-three stories of corporate ambition reflecting a sky the color of old bruises. Sarah stood at the ...