Series: When my boss, Victor Kroll, learned I had stage II lymphoma, he didn't offer sick leave.

Part 1 He fired me on the spot, seized my company apartment, and gave my logistics desk to his new favorite enforcer. He thought I [more…]

Victor Kroll gripped the phone, the cold glass of his penthouse window reflecting the city lights. His voice was a low growl, meant only for [more…]

The public clinic waiting room smelled faintly of antiseptic and old coffee. I sat rigid, trying to ignore the dull ache in my bones, a [more…]

Dr. Bishop met me in a quiet corner of the clinic the next day, his face a mixture of scientific fascination and profound discomfort. He [more…]

The basin offices were usually a hive of low-level activity, a quiet hum of servers and distant forklift operations. Tonight, it was dead silent. I [more…]

The distinct creak of the old dockhouse vault door reverberated through the dimly lit office, far away from Gabriel’s dark basin facility. Nicolette Dupuis, Victor’s [more…]

Victor stepped fully into the vault’s limited light, his face contorted with rage. “Those are mine. What do you think you’re doing?” Nicolette recovered quickly, [more…]

The screams from the dockhouse echoed across the darkened basin. I heard them from Gabriel’s offices, the sound chilling me to the bone. The structural [more…]

Dust settled slowly in the ruined dock lobby, catching the weak glow from a flickering emergency light. Victor and I sat on overturned crates, our [more…]

The following morning, the world felt strangely quiet, the storm having cleansed the air. I sat in Gabriel’s undamaged office, a hot coffee clutched in [more…]