At 56, broke and desperate, Glenn will work for anyone. Even a monster.

 

When tech CEO Brad Thorsen offers Glenn Hurst six figures to ghostwrite his “origin story,” Glenn jumps at the chance. Thorsen will be difficult. His ambition is bottomless. But Glenn’s a professional—he can handle one narcissistic tech-bro if it means salvaging his career.

 

Thorsen’s converted an abandoned chemical plant in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia into a sprawling data center—thousands of servers now hum in halls that once produced persistent blistering agents. Plagued by accidents and toxic spills for more than a century, the factory was finally abandoned—but Thorsen sees only opportunity. When Glenn mutters “the pollution IS the product” the CEO’s eyes light up: “I think we have a title for our book.”

 

Glenn tells himself he’s documenting, not endorsing. But the longer he stays, the harder it becomes to know where Brad’s story ends and Glenn’s collaboration begins.

 

And there’s something wrong with Thorsen. With the people around him. Something Glenn can’t quite put his finger on.

 

Like an itch he just can’t scratch.

 

A neo-Gothic psychological horror-thriller about greed, complicity, and the people and other... creatures... that get under your skin.