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!”

tension escalates, each man bristling like a cornered animal, inches away from lunging at

a powder keg ready

down,” I snap, my voice laced with a finality that allows no

they both comply, although the atmosphere is still buzzing

to make my

that door than make this

the door with an outstretched arm. “But understand that this is

If either of you can’t adapt, then

team.”

hear the gears grinding in

it—the unspoken understanding,

stake here for him.

For us.

years. I’ve seen him passionately

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

core.

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

take a deep breath.

under John,” I say, setting my words in

of this restaurant. And let me be

any issues, any at all, you’ll

my ultimatum sinking in. It’s

comes with the territory of

John

mine, sending a

a tiny sigh of relief that feels like

Get

I sink back into my chair with a sigh.

made. Only time will tell if

or growth. Or maybe a little bit

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

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

as she takes

says,

a crate,

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

okay?”

spill. “It’s fine. I just had to sit Karl and John down

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

force them to