Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 21: Reprimanding the Alpha
Karl

I cross my arms and take a glance around the kitchen. The tiles sparkle like they’re brand new, and the

entire place smells like lemon cleaning solution; I’ve just finished mopping the floor, and although I

would never admit it to anyone, it’s… the first time I’ve ever used a mop.

“Maybe I’m a bit out of my depth here,” I think to myself as I look around. “But I want to do a good job.

For Abby.”

I might not know a great deal about mopping floors, but I do know a lot about running a business. I just

hope that Abby will let me help more in the future. She said she doesn’t need another leader, but that

doesn’t mean that I can’t give her ideas, right?

“Karl,” Abby shouts from across the kitchen, her voice commanding over the din of kitchen noises. “Put

the mop away. We need you over here cleaning dishes.”

She points to the growing pile of dishes on the far counter, then the dishwasher beside it. Ethan had

given me a long-winded tutorial on how the machine worked earlier, but I was really hoping to avoid

that particular job. The idea of touching soggy food and getting hot water all over myself isn’t the most

appealing of ideas, but I know that it needs to be done.

I nod and return the mop to the place I found it. The current dishwasher meets me at the back sink,

where the dirty plates are overflowing.

“Excess food goes in there,” he says, pointing to a nearby garbage bin. “You scrape that off and I’ll

rinse.” Until now, he’s been doing all three jobs himself. It’s clear he’s struggling to keep up with the

never-ending piles of dirty plates that the busboys keep bringing in.

“Geez,” I think to myself. If Abby was worried about losing business and having to close down, she

needn’t have bothered. Now that the place is up and running again, the dinner rush has been nonstop.

Without a word, the dishwasher hands me one of the plates. There’s a half-eaten steak on top, gravy

everywhere, what looks like mashed potatoes that someone swirled around with their fork before

deciding that they didn’t want them. I can’t help but scrunch up my nose at the mess; who orders a

steak and then only eats half of it? It feels like a waste.

name again?” I ask the dishwasher, wanting to fill

said it. It’s

taking Jack’s name to memory. I’ve always been good with names, and I’ve already got

the kitchen down. “Here, Jack,” I say,

his head at me and points at the garbage again. “What’s wrong with

the plate. I’ve already

look. “There’s still mashed potatoes on the plate. Are

gum up my dishwasher

but I decide not to argue. “Erm, sorry,” I say, before

another good scrape over the trash can. When I’m satisfied, I

it out

but let out a small sigh of annoyance at Jack’s attitude. But

and there’s too much on the line for

to that party

less time rinsing off each

of dishes on the counter. If we don’t start moving

over us.

that makes me bristle. “You have to

crusted to the plates.”

ready for you a lot

should rinse them.”

“That wouldn’t make sense.”

scrape off another plate and stack it next to the

charge here, and I say we do it this way.”

filled with annoyance.

but before I can, Abby’s voice

and I brace myself for more orders or a

say, wiping the sweat from my brow with the

she says. “He’s busy and

can’t help but frown. “I was just

“It’s your job to shut up and follow orders. He’s

Just do what he tells you. Unless you’re trying to

bet.”

grit my teeth, but nod. If that’s what she

Even if it’s stupid.

…

Abby

work, scraping food scraps into the garbage. I

to Jack that I can’t

on

something he has no business having an opinion on.

not the one in charge

just who he is. He’s used to being in charge, and

this up, it’s going to cause

my hands. And besides, he could use a little bit of humility in

everywhere he goes. Restaurant

is part of the reason