Category: Book

You step through the grand doors of the conference centre, a beacon in the heart of the city that stands as a testament to the pursuit of knowledge. The air is alive; it vibrates with the hum of eager minds and hearts, all congregated under this one roof for a singular purpose: to unravel the…

The 1970s phone’s ring, a shrill and uninvited guest, pierced the tranquility of your Sunday morning. You, Lauren Millward, with hands accustomed to the weight of scholarly tomes, not the harbinger of grief, lifted the receiver. Your mother…gone? The words, spoken on the other end, hung in the air like a spectre. Shock cascaded over…

You sit at your desk, the dim light from the lamp casting shadows across the scattered papers and books that chronicle your life’s work in social psychology. It’s a comfortable chaos, one that speaks of late nights spent chasing insights into human behaviour. The offer from the corporation lies atop this academic mosaic, an incongruous…

As you step into the bustling conference hall, the air hums with a current of intellectual fervour. Rows upon rows of chairs are occupied by the keen minds of your peers, all gathered for the annual psychology conference at the Adelaide Convention Centre. Your pulse quickens; this is your arena, where the power of expectations…

You’re making your way through the bustling conference hall, a sea of scholars mingling with the clinical hum of academic curiosity. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee intermingles with the scent of paper from newly printed journals and the subtle perfume of leather-bound books. It’s here, amidst the chatter and clinking cups, that you spot…

You’re sitting at your desk in your home office, surrounded by the quiet hum of academia when your mobile erupts into life, shattering the tranquillity. The number flashing on the screen is one you don’t recognise—unknown, it says. There’s a niggling sensation in the pit of your stomach as you answer; after all, unknown calls…

You sit at your desk, the dim light from the computer screen casting long shadows across the room. Your face is buried in your hands, the cool touch of your palms doing little to ease the heat of frustration simmering beneath your skin. Fingers press into your temples, as if you could somehow squeeze out…

Lauren sat at the kitchen table, her mind a tempest of apprehension. The documents stacked before her bore the weight of a corporation’s unethical agendas—an insidious force she had pledged to unmask. Yet, as the clock ticked away in her Erindale home, doubt gnawed at her resolve. Could she, a single voice, truly shield her…

You’ve been at it for hours, the glow of the computer screen becoming your only source of light as the sun sets outside your window in Erindale. Your eyes scan through another confidential document, one of the many you’ve managed to collect against the corporation. It’s a painstaking process, but you know the devil is…