Nora Vance

About

At 16 she grabs a stranger’s hand in a crowd and sees her brother’s car spin under headlights; she freezes, says nothing, and he crashes that night, survives but never forgives the distance she grows. In college a brief study of predictive algorithms chills her; she drops her lab minor. A year ago a LucidBook recruiter mentions Harbor City’s ‘unique data environment’ and she recognizes the lab name, but signs anyway. She hides every trace of her ability on HR forms.