Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 61: The Apprentice
It’s Friday afternoon before the dinner rush, both the best—and worst—time to get this over with. The

idea, planted in my head by Ethan, has been rolling around in my head for two days. Finally, I decide to

set it into motion.

I lean against the door frame of my office, taking a deep breath before calling out, “Karl, John, could

you both come in here for a moment?”

I don’t miss the sidelong glances exchanged between the two men as they cross the threshold. It’s as if

the air thickens, charged with an electricity that neither wants to acknowledge but can’t ignore.

“Please have a seat,” I instruct, nodding toward the two chairs across from my desk.

Karl takes a seat, folding his arms over his chest as if steeling himself for battle. John follows suit but

not before shooting Karl a disdainful look, one that he returns with equal measure. The atmosphere is

so tense I could snap it with a knife.

I lean forward, resting my elbows on the desk, my eyes shifting from one to the other. “Listen, both of

you have been valuable members of this team. But we’ve got a problem—a serious one. Karl, you can

be as stubborn as a mule, and John, you have a knack for being, well, grating.”

The looks on their faces tell me they both want to protest, but I hold up a hand to stop them.

“And so I’ve made a decision,” I continue, locking eyes with each of them in turn. “Starting today, Karl,

you will be working under John to learn the ropes as a line cook.”

For a moment, stunned silence fills the room. And then, as if a fuse has been lit, both men spring to

their feet.

“No way, Abby,” Karl growls, his jaw set and his eyes narrowed. “No way in hell am I working under

him.”

“You can’t be serious, Abby!” John chimes in, red-faced and incredulous. “I’d rather be fired than work

with this jackas s!”

like a cornered animal, inches

stand-off, a powder keg

snap, my voice laced with a finality that

both comply, although the atmosphere is

to make my

of you would rather walk out that door than

gesturing toward the door with an

can’t adapt, then you’re the ones who are

team.”

practically hear the gears grinding in their heads,

it—the unspoken understanding, the awareness that

stake here for him.

For us.

John, he’s worked with me for years. I’ve seen him passionately involved in his

in the team. Quitting now would be admitting defeat, something I know goes

core.

men move to leave. I feel a slight twinge of

take a deep breath.

apprenticing under John,” I

differences aside for the good of this

any at all, you’ll both answer for them.

the reality of my ultimatum sinking in. It’s a

territory of teamwork,

Abby,” John

simply nods, his eyes never leaving mine, sending

sigh of relief that feels like

both dismissed. Get back

office, I sink back into my

is made. Only time will tell

or growth. Or maybe a little

to distance myself from

the storeroom, I find Chloe knee-deep in bottles and cans, jotting down notes on

she

says, glancing up at

of a

meeting mine. “You look like you’ve just been through a war.

okay?”

I finally spill. “It’s fine. I just had to sit Karl

tension, and well, I’ve decided to make Karl apprentice under John as a line

it would force