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.

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

said it. It’s

name to memory. I’ve always been

names in the kitchen down. “Here, Jack,” I say, handing

head at me and points at the garbage

plate. I’ve already scraped

annoyed look.

to gum up my dishwasher or something?

decide not to argue.

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

snat ches it

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

there’s too

to that party with

if you spent less time rinsing off each

of dishes on the counter. If we don’t start moving faster, the dirty plates

over us.

makes me bristle. “You have to rinse them well, or there

crusted to the plates.”

getting the plates ready for you a lot faster than you’re able to rinse them.

should rinse them.”

“That wouldn’t make sense.”

scrape off another plate and stack it next to the sink.

and I say we do it

filled with annoyance.

say more, but before

and I brace myself

from my brow with the

Jack,” she says. “He’s

but frown. “I was just trying to make the process

at the dishwasher. “It’s your job to

and you haven’t. Just do what he tells you. Unless you’re trying to lose

bet.”

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

Even if it’s stupid.

…

Abby

his work, scraping food scraps into the garbage. I watch him work

He’s saying something to Jack that I can’t hear, but

look on

opinion on. For some reason, he can’t

one in charge

just who he is. He’s used to being

off, but if he keeps this up, it’s going to cause problems. The last thing I need

little bit of humility in his life. Maybe after tonight,

he’s not always the top dog everywhere

part of the reason why I