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 a home that I once used to rule.
Gerald wastes no time with his explanation. “I found her in your private office upstairs, sir,” he announces, as if he’s just solved a great mystery. “She was reading your emails, going through your personal computer.”
Karl turns toward me, his face covered in a puzzled expression. “Abby? Is this true?”
I nod, feeling embarrassed. “Yes, to an extent. But—”
Suddenly, Gerald butts in before I can finish. “Sir, I’ve always suspected she’s a spy for another pack, and
