Chapter 137 By The Skin Of Our Teeth

• Abby
• Five minutes feels like an eternity. I pace Karl’s kitchen as he quickly gets ready in the other room, not even taking a moment to take in the fact that this is Karl’s apartment, and I’m here for the first time ever. The whole place is awash with his scent in an almost intoxicating way, the leather chairs and brick walls a perfect representation of his taste: dark, understated, and professional.
• Finally, after what feels like hours, Karl finally steps out of his room. Surprisingly, despite the time crunch, he looks… good.