Abby “Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt,” I say, offering ‘Alex’ a tense smile as I walk up to her and Anton. “I just need to speak with Anton for a moment.” “Um, sure,” Alex says, scribbling something else on her notepad. “Take your time.” Throwing her another grin, I snatch Anton by the a
Daisy clenches her fists. “Ugh, I knew something was off about her.” Chloe rubs her temples. “So what’s the plan, Abby? We can’t just kick her out.” “Yeah,” Ethan adds. “We don’t need another PR nightmare right now.” “Oh, don’t worry,” I say, a sly smile crossing my face. “I’ve got an idea. We
Abby I’m standing in the middle of the restaurant, my phone clutched in my hand as I stare at the screen. The headline glares back at me: “Inside Abby’s Bizarre World: A Journey into the Mind of a Lunatic.” “Guys, you have to see this,” I say, grinning as I turn the screen towards Daisy, Chloe,
“Intentionally? Are you kidding me?” My voice is shaky as I process this. “Just get here, Abby.” “I’m on my way,” I say, hanging up. The room spins around me as I turn to face my team. “Guys, I have to go. There’s been a fire at my building. They think it was set on purpose.” Karl stands up, v
Abby I’m sitting in the sterile confines of the police station, the room buzzing with the noise of ringing phones and chatter. I can’t help but fidget in my seat as the detective shifts across from me, jotting notes down on a clipboard. “So, you’re absolutely sure you can’t think of anyone w
I can feel the knot in my chest loosening, the heavy weight of the day’s events lifting ever so slightly. “You guys are amazing.” Then, my eyes meet Karl’s. He’s carrying a loaf of what smells like very fresh bread and a wheel of cheese stolen from the pantry at the restaurant, and there’s a sof
Karl I need to breathe. Before anyone notices, I decide to sneak out of Abby’s apartment and away from the clean-up party, feeling like I’ve got a storm cloud hanging over my head. Kissing Abby was a bold move, a stupid one maybe, and now the walls in there are practically vibrating with tensi
“Hey Marcus, what’s up?” “Karl, glad I caught you. You have a minute? We need to discuss some pack matters.” “I’ve got a moment,” I say, feeling a knot of tension that I hadn’t noticed before start to unwind. “What’s going on?” “First off, the lumberyard deal went through. They’re asking if we