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.

I ask the dishwasher, wanting to fill the silence as

it.

to memory. I’ve always been good

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

head at me and points at the garbage again. “What’s wrong with it?” I ask,

plate. I’ve already scraped

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

up my dishwasher or something? Scrape stuff

dishwasher’s attitude, but I decide not to argue. “Erm, sorry,”

can. When I’m satisfied, I turn to hand it back

it

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

lost a bet in my life, and there’s too much on

go to that party with

spent less time rinsing off each plate,” I say, noticing

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

over us.

have to

crusted to the plates.”

you a

should rinse them.”

“That wouldn’t make sense.”

it next to the sink. “It

and I say we do it this way.” Jack

filled with annoyance.

before I can, Abby’s voice cuts

to his work, and I brace

up?” I say, wiping the sweat from my brow

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

“I was just trying to

back at the dishwasher. “It’s your job to shut up and follow

what he

bet.”

but nod. If that’s

Even if it’s stupid.

…

Abby

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

He’s saying something to Jack

on Jack’s

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

the one in

being in charge, and dominance is

it’s going to cause problems. The last thing I need is another

little bit of

everywhere

is part of the reason why I love