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!”

man bristling like a cornered animal, inches

volatile stand-off, a powder keg

voice laced with a finality that

surprise, they both comply, although the atmosphere is still buzzing

the moment to make my

would rather walk out that door

with an outstretched arm. “But understand that this

If either of you can’t adapt, then

team.”

gears grinding in

and I see it—the unspoken understanding, the awareness that there’s something

stake here for him.

For us.

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

be admitting defeat, something I

core.

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

take a deep breath.

Karl, you’ll be apprenticing under John,” I say, setting my

differences aside for the good of this restaurant. And let me

all, you’ll both answer for them.

me, the reality of my ultimatum sinking in. It’s a bitter pill to

the territory of teamwork, of

John

never leaving mine, sending

tiny sigh of relief that feels like it’s

both dismissed. Get back

office, I sink back into my

what-ifs, but it’s done. The decision is made. Only time

Or maybe a little bit

out of the chair, needing to distance myself from the tense atmosphere still clinging

I find Chloe knee-deep in bottles and cans,

as she takes

she says,

top of a crate, my shoulders

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

okay?”

before I finally spill. “It’s fine.

decided to make Karl apprentice under

force them to