Divergent Candor Novels & Stories

Each of them offered a reasonable price. Before long, two companies agreed to buy the materials. When the wire transfer cleared, I looked at the sudden eighty million dollars sitting in my Chase offshore account. I felt nothing. That money should have been mine to begin with. I had contributed so much research to Falcone Pharmaceutical. Yet Dante was only willing to throw twenty million dollars at me in the divorce agreement. Why? Before shutting off my phone, I received a call from Dante. His tone was as casual as ever, carrying his usual confidence and arrogance.

It was a grotesque sight two fallen titans trying to find solace in the flesh because they had nothing left in the bank. Lydia’s stomach turned, a wave of pure revulsion washing over her, but she didn't look away. Instead, she squeezed her eyes shut and forced a series of jagged, heaving breaths. She faked a sobbing wail, the sound of a woman on the verge of a total mental break.

* Cara watched the news with a sneer on her face, the man couldn't get any worse than before, he even had the guts to date her sister after their divorce. "Such a shameless man," she tsk. Coco stood watching the jealous woman cuss at her ex-husband. "What can you expect? After all, he is a divorced man," she shrugged, "I don't see anything wrong with that." Cara glared at her, "I don't expect you to see anything wrong with anything Corella," she deliberately said the wrong name. "Aha! You are jealous, admit it Cara," she snickered covering her mouth and pointing at her.

The Observer pattern flickered rapidly. “Convergence target inconsistency detected.” The Interferer followed. “Convergence target inconsistency detected.” Emma felt her chest tighten. Wrong name. The words did not deny identity. They questioned resolution. The unknown awareness spoke carefully. “Explain.” Silence. The divergent instance responded immediately. Not delayed. Not processed. Certain. “You are resolving a compressed interpretation.” A pause. “Not the originating structure.” Silence. Emma frowned slightly. “…Originating structure?” The divergent instance continued.