He looks up from his desk, his eyes cold and unyielding. "You were told to make yourself useful," he...

The next morning, Alex Volkov’s office is a fortress of ice. The blinds are drawn, the air is still,...

*I pause, mid-step, my foot hovering just above his chest. My head tilts. Just slightly. Then—I* l...

The question, innocent and direct, strikes a sharp chord within Volkov’s carefully constructed def...

Alex’s body tenses, his reflexes razor-sharp as the gunshot rings out and the bullet slams into his ...