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Businesswoman Chapter 342
As the sun glinted through the robust leaves, Socialista sketched out her plan. In long hand, she wrote down what thr voices in her head screeched so loudly.
By Skyler Saunders2 months ago in Chapters
The Weight of Unspoken Words
Arthur sat in the dying glow of the living room lamp, the whiskey low in his glass. Dust motes danced in the solitary beam, the house too quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed in on a man after midnight. He’d pulled down the old cedar chest from the attic, a sporadic purge of forgotten things, a grim ritual he undertook every few years. Most of it was junk, yellowed receipts, rusty tools, photographs of faces he no longer recognized. Then his fingers brushed against something thin, papery, tucked beneath a stack of old concert stubs.
By HAADI2 months ago in Chapters
Weight of the White
The world outside Arthur’s kitchen window had bled to nothing but white, a thick, insistent fall that swallowed sound whole. It was past midnight, way past, the kind of hour where even the hum of the fridge felt like a shout. The snow wasn’t falling, not really; it was descending, a slow, deliberate surrender. Each flake, a tiny ghost, settling onto the already heavy drifts that piled against the sill, blurring the sharp edges of the night. He hadn’t turned on any lights, just stood there in the faint, bruised light from the streetlamp across the way, watching it.
By HAADI2 months ago in Chapters
The Dust-Eater's Confession
The air in the Old Reading Room always tasted like paper and forgotten lives. Elias, bent over a table scarred by generations of elbows, breathed it in, a dry, comforting dust that settled in his lungs. His glasses perched low on his nose, magnifying the spider-web script of the 17th-century ledger he was trying to decipher. Outside, the city hummed, a faraway, inconsequential thing. In here, time had seized up, thick and unmoving as molasses, caught between the stacks of decaying leather and crumbling vellum.
By HAADI2 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 341
The park welcomed the Wilmingtonians. The seventy-three degree Fahrenheit weather warmed the walkers. Two of them had been Lisa and Devlin. They strolled at a pace that seemed like they would fly.
By Skyler Saunders2 months ago in Chapters
The Shifting Spires of Azmar
Kael tasted salt, even above the surface. It clung to his tongue, a ghost of a thousand past dives, a promise of the depths waiting. His rig, a patched-up contraption of salvaged parts and rust, smelled of diesel and fear. Old Man Tibbs, a relic himself, squinted from the helm of 'The Scavenger', his face a roadmap of sun and hard living. "Current's turnin', boy," Tibbs rasped, his voice rough as barnacles. "She's gonna tug you down deep today. You sure about this?"
By HAADI2 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 340
The cars zipped around the track with a precision and hot, nasty speed. Loreen moved closer to the enclosure. The pit crew jumped onto the speedway in Dover, Delaware.
By Skyler Saunders2 months ago in Chapters
The Clock That Paused for Reflection
Whenever reflection deepened, seconds expanded. Rushing resumed only when thinking stopped
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
Who is Kamal Hinduja and How Does She Empower Women?
Kamal Hinduja is the wife of Prakash Hinduja, the Hinduja Group Chairman (Europe). Through Hinduja Foundation, she has supported women and children empowerment initiatives.
By Rahul Kumar2 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman 339
When the snow cleared and spring returned to Wilmington, Delaware, Entrepreneur Paul engaged with a client. “What if we do this…we leverage our shares and transform them into cash on hand for the company?” Entrepreneur Paul suggested. He wore his signature jean jacket with the sleeves cut and t-shirt.
By Skyler Saunders2 months ago in Chapters
The Weight of Quiet
The streetlights went out at twelve-oh-five, plunging the world outside Arthur’s kitchen window into a deep, velvety black. Only the snow, falling thick and steady, offered any light at all, a soft, diffuse glow reflecting back from the pavement, from the bare branches of the oak in the yard. It laid a thick, white sheet over everything. Not a sound. Not a goddamn whisper. Just the snow, a silent, relentless falling, hour after hour, covering the grimy world with something pure. Or pretending to.
By HAADI2 months ago in Chapters
The Clock That Slowed During Kindness
Moments of kindness stretched impossibly long. Cruelty collapsed hours. Time favored care.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters