#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!”

escalates, each man bristling like a cornered animal,

a

I snap, my voice laced with a finality

they both comply, although the atmosphere

to make my

either of you would rather walk out that door than make this work, then

I say, gesturing toward the door with an outstretched

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

team.”

grinding in

see it—the unspoken understanding, the awareness that

stake here for him.

For us.

for John, he’s worked with me for years. I’ve seen him

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

core.

slight twinge of both relief and

take a deep breath.

today, Karl, you’ll be apprenticing under John,” I

of this restaurant. And let me be

at all, you’ll both answer for

me, the reality of my ultimatum sinking in.

territory of teamwork, of

John

sending

I say, exhaling a tiny sigh of relief that feels like it’s

dismissed. Get back to

exit my office, I sink back into my chair with a sigh. My

is made. Only time will tell

growth. Or maybe a little bit of

needing to distance

knee-deep in bottles and

she

Abbs,” she says, glancing

the top of a crate, my

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

okay?”

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

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

it would force them to get

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