Chapters
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The executive committee met on Fridays at 9:00 AM in the forty-seventh floor boardroom. Elena had prepared for this meeting like she prepared for battle. She had rehearsed her presentation three times. She had anticipated every possible objection and prepared counterarguments. She had dressed in her most severe black suit, the one she saved for occasions when she needed to remind people that she was not here to be liked. None of it prepared her for Victor Stern. He was sixty-two years old,…-
4.0 K • Ongoing
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Elena had been at VaneTech for five days, and she had already identified seventeen problems that needed immediate attention. The Product Division's flagship software, a customer relationship management platform called VaneCRM, was built on code that hadn't been updated in eight years. The development team was understaffed, overworked, and actively hostile to anyone from "management." The division's budget was bloated with redundant vendor contracts that no one had audited in a decade. And the morale—if…
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4.0 K • Ongoing
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Elena Rossi had learned two things by the age of thirty-two. First: the world was not a meritocracy. It was a theater, and the people who got ahead were not the smartest or the hardest-working, but the ones who knew how to perform. Second: she was a terrible actress. This had been a problem her entire career. She had been fired from her first job out of business school for telling the VP of Operations that his "revolutionary efficiency model" was mathematically impossible. She had been passed over for…
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4.0 K • Ongoing
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The forty-seventh floor of VaneTech Tower was silent in a way that felt less like peace and more like a held breath. Julian Vane stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, his reflection ghosting over the Manhattan skyline. Below, the city pulsed with ambition. Above, the sky was the color of old silver. Somewhere in between, his company was dying. Not dramatically. Not with headlines screaming bankruptcy or fires burning in the data center. VaneTech was dying the way a garden dies when no one remembers…
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4.0 K • Ongoing
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Julian Vane had worn many masks in his life. The dutiful son at his father's galas. The grieving heir at the funeral. The confident CEO in board meetings where he felt anything but. But nothing—nothing—had prepared him for the mask of Jay, personal assistant. He stood in the bathroom of the forty-seventh floor, studying his reflection. The glasses were real, though the prescription was minimal. He had bought them from a drugstore two days ago, along with a cheap watch, off-brand shoes, and a wardrobe…
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4.0 K • Ongoing
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A LITTLE more remains to be told. Three months later I was removed from the hospital, a broken man. The serious attack of brain fever, following my terrible experience, was all but fatal. During the whole period Jim never left my side. His remorse was pitiable. He has never ceased to execrate his cowardice in forsaking me. But I do not now hold him a coward. On the contrary, I consider his act in coming back for me, after what he had seen, one of sublime courage. I have no explanations to make,…-
10.2 K • Ongoing
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PRESENTLY the form of the woman lay quiet, and the man rose to a crouching position. His eyes glared and then changed to an expression of terror. Before him stood the figure of his father, his finger pointing accusingly to the still form of the woman. Again utter blackness for what seemed an interminable period. And yet again I saw an emanation from nothingness, that grew into a filmy form—this time the elder Ormond. He stood pondering deeply. Then a look of resolve, of ter- rible unchanging resolve,…
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10.2 K • Ongoing
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Some unseen being was sorting the cards! "The euchre deck," Jim whispered. "It wants to get into the game." As if in confirmation of the words, the pack containing the face cards was taken up and skillfully shuffled. It was then passed to me to cut. I cut. Again the pack was raised and two cards drifted to me, two others falling at the empty space between Jim and me. This was repeated until I had twelve cards. The other twelve were then raised, were slipped rapidly between invisible fingers just as a…
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10.2 K • Ongoing
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"Easy, old man, easy! This is only part of the performance," I said. "We are going to remain for the whole show." Do not think that I am endowed with any superlative degree of courage. I am not. If I had obeyed my natural impulse I should have fled in a panic that instant. In fact, I should never have gone into the room. But I had undertaken this thing deliberately. I knew, or believed I knew, the conditions and consequences. If this were mere trickery, a close and careful investigation would reveal it.…
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10.2 K • Ongoing
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JIM looked at me, and then with one bound, leaped toward the curtains and tore them apart. He disappeared from view, but reappeared almost instantly, brushing the front of his coat. "Nothing in there, but I felt something like a big rat crawling up my coat. Ugh!" We gazed about the room. It was furnished in the style of the past century, with heavy walnut chairs and dresser, and a massive canopied bed from which the curtains had been removed. And upon the bed lay the figure of a man in the position…
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10.2 K • Ongoing
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