The VIP dressing room beneath the Moscone Center smelled of expensive hairspray, catered espresso, and Julian’s nervous sweat.

"Did the dev team patch that latency issue in the backend?" Julian snapped, pacing back and forth across the plush carpet. He tugged violently at the cuffs of his tailored

The Vance mansion was a warzone of ringing phones and shattered egos.

"What do you mean the core code is erasing itself?!" Julian screamed, pacing the length of their massive living room. He threw his empty scotch glass against the stone fireplace, where it shattered into a hundred glittering piec

The leather seats of the sleek black town car were cool against Clara Vance’s back, a stark contrast to the absolute inferno raging inside her right ear.

Parked three blocks away from the towering glass monolith of Aura’s headquarters, Clara sat in perfect stillness, listening to the live audio fe