Series: Seventeen-year-old Maya Harrison thought her evening shift archiving files at Apex Architecture in Nashville was going smoothly until she walked into the executive suite.

Julian was mid-sentence, his voice rising in a desperate plea for the board to act, when I pushed open the glass doors of the boardroom. [more…]

In the days that followed the interrupted board meeting, the silence was almost louder than the fire alarm had been. There were no grand pronouncements, [more…]

The following month, the air in the small, fluorescent-lit breakroom of Apex’s suburban administrative annex was quiet, punctuated only by the soft scrape of a [more…]