Chapter 13 Cracks In The Ice

• The office was silent except for the rhythmic clacking of Clara’s keyboard. The city outside was dark, its glow filtering through the glass walls of the nearly empty office. She had been here for hours fixing, rewriting, recalculating.
• Her fingers ached, her eyes burned, but she refused to lose.
• By the time the sun bled over the skyline, Clara had salvaged the presentation. It wasn’t perfect, but it was hers.