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

a powder

voice laced with a finality that

although the atmosphere is still buzzing

to make my stance

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

gesturing toward the door with an outstretched arm. “But understand that

a team. If either of you can’t adapt, then

team.”

gears grinding in their heads, weighing options,

it—the unspoken understanding,

stake here for him.

For us.

years. I’ve seen him passionately involved in his work,

the team. Quitting now would be admitting defeat,

core.

men move to leave. I feel a slight twinge of both relief and

take a deep breath.

John,” I say, setting my

the good of this restaurant. And let me be

you’ll both answer for them. Am I

lock eyes with me, the reality of my ultimatum sinking in. It’s

comes with the territory of teamwork,

John finally mutters, albeit

his eyes never leaving mine, sending a silent message that only I can

say, exhaling a tiny sigh of relief that feels like it’s been trapped inside of

Get back to

exit my office, I sink back into my

what-ifs, but it’s done. The decision is made. Only time will tell if I’ve set the stage

maybe a little bit of

myself out of the chair, needing to distance myself

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

she takes

says, glancing up

sink onto the top of a crate, my shoulders sagging. “Hey,

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

okay?”

finally spill. “It’s fine. I just

been tension, and well, I’ve decided to make Karl

would force