A Mind For Numbers Novels & Stories

Clara’s breathing grew ragged, sweat beading on her forehead. "Are you a new assistant?" I asked, as if making small talk. "You look... young." "Y-yes, Luna. I'm Clara. I joined last year." "Clara." I repeated her name. "A lovely name. Are you enjoying the work?" "Yes, very much!" Her voice was on the verge of a sob. "The Chairman is very good to us." "Is he?" A slow, cold smile spread across my lips. "That's good to hear. After all, not just anyone can work at the Alliance Headquarters."

Instead, she turned to look at me. I kept my head down, thinking, "Yvette clearly is just worried about Mom going back to the company and getting in the way of her escapades with Dad. Ugh, they're like two dogs in heat! They couldn't even wait to get a room. Don't they know that the office has a surveillance camera? "And what did she mean by mental illness? It was Dad who drugged Mom and forced her to leave the company. Later, Yvette found her a quack who claimed to be a traditional medicine practitioner. He had no license and prescribed prescriptions that only worsened her condition.

His voi⁠ce w⁠as a l‍ow, rou⁠g‌h growl th‌a⁠t hit me r⁠‌ight in the gut. ‌ ‌ "Do‍i‌ng what?" ⁠ ⁠"Thinki‌n‍g. I ca‌‌n he‍ar y⁠our brain spi‌nning from here."‌ H‌e t‌urn‌ed‍ his head, hi‍‍s eyes hooded and da‌rk. "⁠Stop thinking about the nu‌mbers‌, Sloane. We finished them." ‍ "I a⁠m not t⁠hinking a⁠bo⁠ut the numbers."

"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'

'Mr. Rockwell, are you listening?' I said and stood up from my desk. My cabin was like a medium-sized room with a shelf on the left full of files of my clients. There was another shelf on the right-hand side in the corner which had many books mostly about psychopathy and some books related to calm someone's mind. I mostly recommend that ones to my patients. In the middle of the room was my table, I had one chair on the wall side for me, behind my chair there was a window. A beautiful lawn could be seen from there.

I'm celebrating tonight! This time, there were no inversions. Dad could clearly read every single thought and even hear the sinister cackling in Pauline's mind.

"No, no, no, we all have our specialties. Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a few things. Would you be willing to come over to my place sometime?" We exchanged a look, both of us sharing an unspoken understanding. "Percy, have you ever heard of a close, private circle that focuses on nurturing women's tractability?" Franklin led me to his house, and we sat in his bedroom as he asked me this question. I couldn't help but smile. He was a literature professor, all right. The way he talked about things made them sound almost glamorous, as if he was presenting the fetish in a much grander way.

I forced my eyes open and looked down at the printed spreadsheet resting on the table, because I desperately needed a distraction from her cruel words. The rows of black numbers and complex formulas stared back at me in perfect, orderly lines. Numbers never judged my heavy thighs, and they never cared about my messy hair or my cheap clothing. Mathematics only demanded pure logic and undeniable truth, whereas people always found ways to tear me down and make me feel worthless. I pulled a slow, deep breath into my lungs and let the familiar comfort of the data wash over my racing thoughts until my heartbeat began to steady. I unclasped my trembling hands and reached out to grab the black leath

She closed the door behind her and let the drops of water caress her skin, trying to remove any undue thoughts about Daniel from her mind, she was still very confused with her feelings. The warm water surrounded her, relaxing her muscles and relieving the accumulated tension. She closed her eyes and allowed the feeling of calm to wash over her, focusing on every drop that coursed through her body. She tried to push away the tumultuous thoughts that had been running through her mind and find a moment of peace in the midst of the confusion.

Instead, he leaned in, his voice a low, patient murmur Peter had to strain to hear. "Okay, let's try it this way. Think of the numbers as a team. What do they want to do together?" He talked about numbers as if they were friendly, collaborative things. Peter, who saw numbers as a brutal game of right and wrong, found himself listening, a strange, hollow feeling settling in his stomach.