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 as we

said it. It’s

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

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

shakes his head at me and points at the garbage

the plate.

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

dishwasher or something? Scrape stuff

decide not to argue. “Erm, sorry,” I

trash can. When I’m satisfied, I turn

makes another face, snat ches it out of

small sigh of annoyance at Jack’s

in my life, and there’s too much on

that party

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

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

over us.

look that makes me bristle. “You have to rinse them well, or there will be food

crusted to the plates.”

you a

should rinse them.”

“That wouldn’t make sense.”

off another plate and stack it next to

we do it this

filled with annoyance.

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

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

from my brow with the

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

frown. “I was just trying to make the

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

dishwasher before, and you haven’t. Just do what he tells

bet.”

If that’s what she wants, then I’ll

Even if it’s stupid.

…

Abby

work, scraping food scraps into

something to

look on Jack’s

opinion on. For some reason, he

one in

is. He’s used to being in charge, and

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

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

the top dog everywhere he

which is part of the