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.

the dishwasher, wanting to fill the silence as we

said it.

been good

“Here, Jack,” I say,

at the

plate. I’ve already scraped

look. “There’s still mashed potatoes

my dishwasher or something?

but I decide not

another good scrape over the trash can. When I’m satisfied, I turn to hand it back to

makes another face, snat ches it

a small sigh of annoyance at Jack’s attitude. But I’m determined to get

there’s too much on the line for me to

that party with

it would be faster if you spent less time rinsing off each plate,”

If we don’t start moving faster, the dirty plates are

over us.

bristle. “You have to rinse them well, or there will be

crusted to the plates.”

you a

should rinse them.”

“That wouldn’t make sense.”

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

we do it

filled with annoyance.

my mouth again to say more, but before I can, Abby’s voice cuts through

I brace myself for more orders or a

say, wiping the sweat from my brow with the back

with Jack,” she says. “He’s busy and you’re

but frown. “I was just trying to make

your job to shut

Just do what he tells you. Unless

bet.”

that’s what

Even if it’s stupid.

…

Abby

scraping

pulling together. He’s saying something to Jack that I can’t

on

has no business having an opinion

one in charge

to being in charge, and dominance is

keeps this up, it’s going to

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

not always the top dog everywhere he goes. Restaurant

of the reason why