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!”

a cornered animal, inches away from lunging

volatile stand-off, a powder keg ready to

my voice laced with a finality that allows

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

the moment to make

rather walk out that door than make this work, then by all means

door with an outstretched arm. “But understand that

then you’re the ones who are out of place,

team.”

the gears grinding in their heads, weighing options, simmering

understanding, the awareness that there’s something more

stake here for him.

For us.

worked with me for years. I’ve seen him

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

core.

move to leave. I feel a slight

take a deep breath.

under John,” I say, setting my words in

the good of this restaurant. And let me be perfectly clear—if

any at all, you’ll both answer

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

with the territory of

John finally mutters,

eyes never leaving mine, sending a silent

that feels like it’s

Get back

John exit my office, I sink back into my

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

maybe a little

needing to distance myself from the tense atmosphere still clinging

into the storeroom, I find Chloe knee-deep in bottles

as she takes

she says,

of a crate, my

“You look like you’ve just been

okay?”

spill. “It’s fine.

been tension, and well, I’ve decided to

it would force them