Chapter 9: Midnight in Archives
Thursday night. The building felt hollow and vast as the last of the cleaning crew finished their rounds. I was still in the basement, meticulously [more…]
Thursday night. The building felt hollow and vast as the last of the cleaning crew finished their rounds. I was still in the basement, meticulously [more…]
The walk back to Harland Capital felt like traversing a minefield. With Derek’s revelations burning in my mind, every glance, every averted eye from a [more…]
Derek pulled his briefcase onto the small table, unzipping it with a practiced hand. The scent of old leather and paper filled the air. My [more…]
Derek quickly gathered the last of his papers, his movements jerky. He didn’t sit down opposite me, but rather stood awkwardly, his gaze fixed on [more…]
The chill of the corporate air conditioning always made my skin prickle, even on a warm Denver day. I needed a break from the sterile [more…]
The annual compliance audit was looming. Normally, as the head archivist, I would be presenting a detailed overview of our historical record-keeping and data integrity [more…]
The next day, lunch break felt heavier than usual. I carried my small sandwich and apple through the gleaming glass lobby, heading for the courtyard [more…]
The hum of the fluorescent lights in the basement archive was the only welcome I received. After Evelyn Cross revoked my keycard, I’d been assigned [more…]
Part 1 Within three weeks, my daughter-in-law Bianca walked into the executive suite with a smile and a file containing my deceased son’s forged suicide [more…]
Exactly one year later, to the day, the Wyoming sun shone brightly over the restored Whitaker ranch. It was the anniversary of the blizzard, a [more…]