Loyalty

Elowen’s bare feet moved silently across the dewy grass as she guided her flock through the misty morning air. The sheep meandered contentedly, their soft bleats mingling with the gentle tinkling of bells. At her side trotted Finn, his keen eyes scanning for any stragglers. As they crested a hill, Elowen paused, her gaze drawn to the sprawling manor house in the distance. Its stone walls and imposing towers stood in stark contrast to the humble cottages of her village nestled in the valley below. A shiver ran down her spine that had nothing to do with the early morning chill. ...

Mira Chen stared at her computer screen, willing the numbers to change. The quarterly marketing report was due to the VP tomorrow, and the projections weren’t looking good. She massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on. A light knock on her cubicle wall made her look up. Ethan from IT gave her a sympathetic smile. “Burning the midnight oil again?” “Hey Ethan. Yeah, just trying to make sense of these numbers before the big meeting tomorrow.” Mira sighed and leaned back in her chair. ...

Zara Voss stared at her reflection in the polished chrome surface of the elevator doors. Her lab coat was crisp and white, her dark hair pulled back in a neat bun. The picture of scientific professionalism. But her eyes betrayed a hint of uncertainty, a flicker of doubt. As the elevator ascended to the top floor of Helios Corp headquarters, Zara’s mind raced. After years of tireless work, her team was on the verge of a breakthrough that could change everything. But at what cost? The ethical implications made her stomach churn. ...

Evelyn Thorne’s boots crunched through the autumn leaves as she made her way along the forest trail. The crisp mountain air filled her lungs, carrying the scent of pine and wood smoke. Up ahead, the rustic timber frame of Whispering Pines Lodge came into view between the trees. As she approached, Evelyn noticed Marcus Reid, the lodge owner, chopping firewood near the front entrance. His flannel shirt stretched across broad shoulders as he brought the axe down with practiced swings. At the sound of her footsteps, he paused and turned. ...