Skyler Saunders
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Smartystan
Timothy Gummer, 37, looked at his wife. It was a gesture of fighting. A torment and a storm churned in his soul. He loved her altogether hard and simply. Yet, at the same time, it was an incredible lightness. He had placed his gaze on her eyes and sipped his scotch.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
When he entered through the backway, Vergara knew that this was the right thing to do. He was flanked by his beefy security and looked confident. With the visibility and the sound of the crowd swelling, music blaring, he didn’t feel nervous at all. He sat down with his new confidant, Bicker Scott. Scott had trained for a professional football team, got injured, and went back to college to become a speaker and investor. After graduation, he had a decent home and a loving family with a wife and four daughters. This made perfect sense to Vergara.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
President Glenn Goshen sat at his desk with his chief political strategist, Hayden Beckman. He was brown skinned and tallish. Young. He looked like he had prepared for this role as the president’s right hand since grade school. He held two masters degrees, one in history the other in political science. He looked at his boss.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Synths and learned machines from Dr. Frampton’s company Supreme Synths combined to form a formidable union. They worked in unison after a few hiccups and stumbles here and there. The two women stood looking at their creations with their arms folded in the office overlooking the plant where the embodiments of their efforts worked.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Winnington walked the streets of what once was officially called Wilmington, Delaware. He shoved his hands in his pockets and braved the damp spring air which blew with an unseasonable chill. He looked down at his sneakers and kept a swift gait. What made the trek all the more important remained the fact that he sprinted towards something, not away from it. Once he found his apartment, he knew he could find solace and regroup.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
With the publishing house secured, Dr. Strong felt the cool feeling of victory. It wasn’t like he had vanquished an enemy. This was a quiet, calm way of understanding the business of publishing. This Monday morning, he organized an in-person meeting with the Founders. It took him about four hours to gather his notes and what he wanted to present to the board. As the captain of the ship, he knew he had to continue to fulfill his role. In creating a momentous occasion out of something mundane as a business meeting, Dr. Strong knew he could keep the party going. Business meetings seemed fun to the Founders. They weren’t gray, drab motions of mouthing off figures from spreadsheets. All of them became engaged and prompt.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
What Belinda wanted most from the work she performed lay in always beating herself. She didn’t consider any competitor as such and always looked at her work with the most critical eye. Now it was no different. She inspected the learned machines. Hours poured into making them as perfect as possible. To say she was obsessed would have been an understatement. Bordering on manic, she pushed her engineers to work nineteen hour days. It wasn’t like she had her plush bed from home to nap in, either. Right under one of the desks in her office, not even in her own corner office, but just a random one, she stuck a pot of coffee and paper cups on the tabletop. She slid under the desk and slept for four hours. Rocketing out of sleep, she sipped coffee and chewed espresso beans and returned to work.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
