#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

said it.

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

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

at me and points at the garbage again. “What’s wrong with

the plate. I’ve

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

my dishwasher or something? Scrape

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

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

just makes another face, snat ches it out of

help but let out a small sigh of annoyance at Jack’s attitude.

my life, and there’s too much on the line for me

go to that

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

moving faster, the dirty plates are going

over us.

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

crusted to the plates.”

ready for you a lot

should rinse them.”

“That wouldn’t make sense.”

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

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

filled with annoyance.

more, but before I can, Abby’s voice cuts

work, and I brace myself for more orders or

wiping the sweat from

she says. “He’s

was just trying to make the

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

you haven’t. Just do what he tells

bet.”

grit my teeth, but nod. If that’s what she

Even if it’s stupid.

Abby

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

saying something to Jack that I can’t

on

having an opinion on. For some reason,

the one in charge

He’s used to being in charge, and dominance

he keeps this up, it’s going to cause problems. The last thing I need

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

everywhere he goes.

that, which is part of the reason why

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