Robert Wimer

Ethan barely recognized himself anymore. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, gripping the edges of the sink so hard his knuckles turned white. The man staring back at him looked like a stranger—eyes hollow, skin pale, and tension carved deep into his features. His shirt was wrinkled from […]Read more »

The Harris deal had collapsed. Ethan hadn’t even needed to take Brad’s frantic call to know it. By the time the official email came through, confirming what he already feared, the pit in his stomach had grown deep enough to swallow him whole. He leaned back in his chair, staring […]Read more »

Ethan sat in his office, the city’s skyline stretching out before him, glittering in the late afternoon sun. The sight, once a source of pride and inspiration, now filled him with a dull sense of dread. He leaned back in his chair, massaging his temples. The tension in his chest […]Read more »

Ethan could feel it—the slow, steady pull downward, like standing in quicksand. The harder he tried to stay above water, the more he sank. Every decision at work seemed to come with a set of impossible consequences, and even when he thought he’d made the right call, something would slip […]Read more »