Sharkov

Chapter 1 In New York, after a very cold day, snow fell during the night. The next day, as the sun rose lazily over the horizon, the first rays of sunlight came through the ajar curtain and hit Sarah, making her squirm in bed and cover her face with the comforter. After a few minutes, Sarah's voice echoed in her mind. *Come on, girl, get up and stop being lazy! *No, she can stay a bit longer; we've got plenty of time!* *If you don't wake up now, then you'll wake up late, eat badly, sleep late and get fat, stop before you start!* "Okay, okay... I'm getting up." Sarah removes the comforter from her head and stretches her arms up; then her arms help her sit up in bed, and now, with her hands rubbing her eyes, she lets out a long yawn. At 34, with her brown hair in tangles, she looks around the bed and sees everything in its place. Her digital clock on the dresser reads 7:15 a.m. She does a little stretching to get the blood circulating in her veins. After her

17th December, 2038 Dear Mx Clough, Following the merger of Explore IG and ThoughtLink earlier this year we have made great strides to integrate the businesses and achieve operational synergies. Regrettably, as a result of this process we have taken the difficult decision to make the position of Executive Creative Director redundant as a discrete role at ThoughtLink, with immediate effect. We would like to thank you for your years of service with ThoughtLink, and your valuable creative contribution to making the agency the success it has become. Details of your severance package are attached to this email, we trust you will find them acceptable. I wish you the very best for the future. Kind regards, Roul Fabron, CEO, Groupé Explore -------- “Motherfuckers!” Ceri shouted, into the silent darkness of her apartment. She’d suspected this was coming; it was the usual story when one hyper-competitive creative agency consumed another. But to do it at 6pm on the last Friday before