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

voice laced with a finality that allows no

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

make my stance abundantly

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

the door with an outstretched arm. “But

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

team.”

practically hear the gears grinding in

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

stake here for him.

For us.

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

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

core.

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

take a deep breath.

I say, setting my words in stone.

good of

issues, any at all, you’ll both answer for them. Am I

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

territory of teamwork, of

Abby,” John finally mutters, albeit

his eyes never leaving mine, sending a silent message

relief that feels like it’s been trapped inside

Get back

back into my chair with a sigh.

but it’s done. The decision is made. Only time will tell if I’ve

or growth. Or maybe a

needing to distance myself from the

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

she takes

Abbs,” she says, glancing

onto the top of a crate, my

up, her eyes meeting mine. “You look like you’ve just been through

okay?”

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

to make Karl apprentice under John

force them to