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.

again?” I ask the dishwasher, wanting to fill the silence as we

said it. It’s

I’ve always been

kitchen down. “Here,

and points at the garbage again. “What’s

at the plate. I’ve

a huff, Jack shoots me an annoyed look. “There’s still mashed potatoes on

gum up my dishwasher or

but I decide not to

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

just makes another face, snat ches it out of my hand, and scrapes it

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

lost a bet in my life, and there’s too much on the line for me to

go to that party with

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

start moving

over us.

a look that makes me bristle. “You have to rinse them well,

crusted to the plates.”

ready for you a

should rinse them.”

“That wouldn’t make sense.”

plate and stack it next to the

in charge here, and I say we do it this way.” Jack shoots me an angry look, his

filled with annoyance.

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

and I brace

I say, wiping the sweat from my

Jack,” she says.

was just trying to make the

your

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

bet.”

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

Even if it’s stupid.

…

Abby

at Karl. He’s focused on his work, scraping food scraps into

He’s saying something to Jack that I can’t

on Jack’s face,

having an opinion on. For some reason, he can’t accept

the one

being in charge,

it’s going to cause problems.

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

always the top dog everywhere he goes. Restaurant kitchens always teach

of the reason why I love