In a modest office tucked behind a community center, two women sat across from me. Their stories, though different, carried a shared thread: girlhood interrupted. Fatima, 26, was married off at age 12. “It wasn’t shocking where I’m from,” she…
Vivienne moaned softly beneath him. The fire had long since died down. The room was dim, the scent of pine and sex thick in the air. Outside, the trees swayed in slow, lazy motion. Inside, Jack’s hips rocked into her…
The boardroom was pristine—glass walls, polished wood table, subtle lighting. A screen dominated one end, ready for presentations. A fresh pot of coffee steamed at the side. Tyrone stood near the door, dressed immaculately in a black suit. Juliette stood…
The sky was overcast. The wind moved through the trees in lazy waves. The scent of cedar, sawdust, and slow-burning pine logs drifted from the chimney. Jack was in the workshop, shirt off, hands dirty, shaping a cedar bench with…
The elevator doors parted at 8:03 a.m. Tyrone Dominian emerged, flanked by Juliette Vernier and Daniel. He was dressed in a sharp navy suit with crisp white shirt, Juliette in a python-patterned sheath dress that traced her curves, and Daniel…