Drive

The autumn breeze carried a hint of woodsmoke as Evelyn Marsh stepped out of her rental car. She inhaled deeply, savoring the familiar scent of her hometown. Millbrook hadn’t changed much in twenty years—the same quaint storefronts lining Main Street, the towering elm trees now ablaze with fall colors. But Evelyn’s return wasn’t about nostalgia. She was here to shake things up. Her heels clicked purposefully on the sidewalk as she made her way to Town Hall. A few curious glances followed her progress—Millbrook didn’t see many smartly-dressed professionals on a Tuesday morning. Evelyn felt a twinge of self-consciousness. Perhaps the tailored pantsuit was overkill for small-town New England. But first impressions mattered, especially today. ...

Zoe Blackwell stared at her laptop screen, willing inspiration to strike. The glare of the New York City streetlights filtered through her apartment window, casting an eerie glow on her face. She’d been at this for hours, tweaking her LinkedIn profile and scrolling through job listings until her eyes burned. At 28, Zoe felt stuck. Five years as a social media manager for a trendy startup had left her with an impressive portfolio, but a gnawing sense of emptiness. She craved adventure, meaning - anything beyond crafting the perfect tweet about artisanal dog biscuits. ...

Zoe Chen stared at the cast list posted outside the auditorium, her heart sinking. There it was in black and white: “Juliet - Emily Chen.” Of course her perfect older sister had snagged the lead role. Again. Zoe’s eyes scanned down the list, searching for her own name. She finally found it near the bottom: “Lady Montague - Zoe Chen.” Lady Montague? The character had like two lines in the entire play. Zoe clenched her fists, fighting back tears of frustration. ...

The neon sign flickered to life, casting a harsh blue glow across Zara Chen’s face as she gazed up at the towering Nexus Corp headquarters. Twenty-eight stories of gleaming glass and steel stretched toward the smog-choked sky, a monument to human ambition and technological progress. Her ambition. Her progress. Zara took a deep breath, straightened her crisp white lab coat, and strode through the sliding doors into the immaculate lobby. Her heels clicked against polished marble as she made her way to the express elevator, nodding curtly to the security guard who waved her through. ...