"Damon," she said softly as the phone rang. The line clicked as it connected, and she held her breath while she waited. The quiet on the other end of the line made her heart race. "Damon, it's me," she whispered, her voice so low that it was hard to hear. "I need your help." There was a pause, and then a voice that sounded familiar and threatening broke the air. "Scarlett," Damon's voice was colder than she remembered, colder than any cell in a prison. "What do you want?" "I have some news. She said hastily, "I have information that can help you take down Mimi and Jaxon." She was having trouble finding the perfect words. "But I need something back. My sentence is too long. I want to leave. Scarlett could almost feel Damon's eyes on her, evaluating her, throughout the long quiet. Finally, he questioned, "You think I'll just give you freedom for nothing?" His voice was full of derision. "You can't negotiate." Scarlett's heart raced. "I'll help you." I can help. I can do what you
"Mimi, you've done everything you could. "It's time to move this to the next level," Jaxon remarked in a firm voice. Mimi looked out the window, her mind racing with doubt. "And how do you think we should go about doing that? I feel like I'm being pulled back to CrossCorp every time I attempt. Jaxon pushed himself away from the desk and walked around a bit. "You need to show them what you can do." Don't let your past speak for Silent Horizons; let it speak for itself. There is a big tech conference coming up. We could bring your prototype there. "Show them what your business is really like." Mimi moved about in her seat, her mind racing with both excitement and anxiety. "A conference? That's a big jump. What if they don't believe us? What if people think it's simply another startup attempting to get ahead? "That's the risk," Jaxon said. "But you know as well as I do that you won't get anywhere if you don't move forward." It's time to show them they're wrong. Mimi looked at the ta
Mimi sat across from a panel of investors, the weight of their scrutiny hanging thick in the air. The new, sleek conference room was really cold, and when the inquiries started, she could hear the ice in their voices. One investor, a tall man in his fifties, adjusted his glasses before commenting. "Mimi, we like the way you see Silent Horizons. But the question still stands: how does your past with CrossCorp damage your credibility now? The media has been unrelenting. Mimi leaned forward, her heart thumping. She was ready for this, yet it still hurt. "I get why you're worried," she continued, her voice firm but full of determination. "But Silent Horizons isn't about my history. It's about what I can make in the future. This is my moment to make a difference, not only for me, but for the people who have been ignored for too long. A other investor, a woman with small, pointed features, squinted her eyes. But it's not that easy, is it? Your identity has been dragged through the mud, b
"Remember why you're here," she whispered to herself. She fixed the hem of her blazer and walked onto the platform. The bright lights made her eyes hurt for a moment. She smiled and looked around at the people. "Ladies and gentlemen," Mimi said, her voice powerful yet warm. "I stand before you today not just as a businesswoman, but as someone who knows what it's like to live with a disability." My idea for a firm is Silent Horizons. It will make new, disability-friendly software that will make it easy for anyone to utilize the internet. The people in the crowd were quiet and listened to every word she said. Mimi's tenacity shone through her, and she knew this was her time. As she kept going, she could feel the passion growing inside her. She continued, "The tech industry has ignored people like me for too long," and then she stopped to let it sink in. "It's time to do something about that. It's time to give everyone the power, no matter what their skills are. It's not just about b
"Are you sure this is what you want?" She could still hear Lyra's voice in her head, and the skepticism she had shown was still there. Mimi sighed, put the papers down, and picked up her phone. She had been thinking about launching her own tech business for months. A business that made software for individuals with impairments, which was very important to her. She wanted to change things. For her own sake. For people like her. She sent a brief message to Jaxon with her fingers hovering over the screen: "I'm doing it." I'm starting the business. The doorbell rang just as she was about to push submit. She got up and opened the door to discover a delivery man with a big, plain envelope. "Sign here," he added in a rough voice as he pushed the clipboard toward her. Mimi signed hastily and accepted the envelope, not sure what to do. There was no address to send it back to, just her name written in big, rushed letters. She ripped it apart and took out one piece of paper. It said, "I'm
Lyra stepped into the FBI's conference room, her heart racing with excitement and fear. She had been following Damon for weeks, and now the agency was finally ready to work with her. In this fight, she was no longer a lone wolf. She had friends, even though it felt awkward and too easy. Agent Harris shook Lyra's hand firmly and said, "Lyra." His face was all business, but there was a hint of respect in his gaze. "Thanks for coming." Lyra looked around the room and said, "I'm glad I could help." There was a sense of urgency in the air, and the mood was tight. Even though the expedition had just started, everyone appeared on edge. Agent Harris pointed to the screen behind him, where a map of the city lighted up with red dots showing where everything were. "We've been keeping an eye on Damon for the past few months. We need your help to figure out what he will do next. "He is a ghost, but you—" he stopped, "you know how he thinks." Lyra nodded, but her thoughts was already racing