Her words throw me off. How long has this been going on? How long had Gianna secretly been wishing that Abby wasn’t in the picture? And how many lengths has she attempted to go to in order to ensure that Abby can’t be in the picture? I lean in, my voice tinged with both annoyance and incredulity.
Abby I stand by the long table, the air thick with the scent of gourmet hors d'oeuvres and sparkling wine. Idly, I pick up a tiny pastry, turning it this way and that before setting it back on the plate. As if to steel my nerves and try not to think about what Karl is saying to Gianna in the oth
That’s when I spot it—the door to Karl’s private office, slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into the dim corridor. I push it open, and the sight that greets me is comfortably familiar. Bookshelves lining the walls, a leather armchair, and Karl’s sleek, darkwood desk hosting his laptop.
Abby “Gerald, Abby, would one of you care to explain what's going on?” Karl’s voice is somehow exceedingly calm, juxtaposed against the chaotic energy filling the room. I feel like I’ve just stepped into a scene that I never should have witnessed with my own eyes, like a complete stranger in
The butler loosens his grip, a look of disbelief contorting his face. But before he can leave, Gianna, who's been watching the whole scene unfold like some sort of soap opera, steps in. “Wow, Karl,” she sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re letting not just cheaters b
Abby At the mention of the email and the rare ingredients, Karl’s face turns pale. Seeing him like this instantly fills me with an odd sense of dread as my mind begins to whirl with unending questions: why did Adam send him that email? Why did Karl give him rare ingredients? When did Karl give h
There’s a long, heavy silence. After what feels like an eternity, Karl finally meets my eyes, and there’s a raw, aching vulnerability there that makes my heart drop into my stomach. “You’re right,” he says quietly, his voice filled with regret. “I didn’t know at first. I just knew that he wasn’t tha
Abby The morning sunlight streams through the curtains, casting a warm glow that starkly contrasts with the cold feeling settling in my chest. I’ve been up all night, haunted by Karl’s confession, the unending complications it brought into my life, and the dilemma of Adam’s unknown intention