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

it. It’s

I’ve always been good with names, and I’ve

down. “Here, Jack,” I

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

plate. I’ve already scraped

shoots me an annoyed look. “There’s still mashed

gum up my dishwasher or something? Scrape stuff

decide not to argue. “Erm, sorry,” I

good scrape over the trash can. When I’m

it out of my hand, and

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

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

go to that

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

moving faster, the dirty plates are going

over us.

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

crusted to the plates.”

for you a

should rinse them.”

“That wouldn’t make sense.”

it next to the sink. “It makes a lot of

it this way.” Jack shoots me an angry

filled with annoyance.

more, but before I can, Abby’s voice cuts through the kitchen

to his work, and I brace myself for more orders or a

I say, wiping the sweat from my brow with the back

Jack,” she says. “He’s busy

can’t help but frown. “I was just trying to make

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

Just do what he tells you.

bet.”

that’s what

Even if it’s stupid.

…

Abby

scraping food scraps into the garbage. I watch

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

on Jack’s face,

no business having an opinion on. For

not the one

he is. He’s used to being in charge, and dominance is not something you

keeps this up, it’s going to cause problems. The

a little bit of humility in his

dog everywhere

that, which is part of the reason why I love