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

a powder keg ready to

I snap, my voice laced with a finality that allows no room for

comply, although the

moment to make my stance abundantly

rather walk out that door than make this work, then

toward the door with an outstretched arm. “But understand

can’t adapt, then you’re the ones who are out of

team.”

practically hear the gears grinding in their heads, weighing options, simmering egos. Karl’s

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

stake here for him.

For us.

me for years. I’ve seen him passionately involved

now would be admitting defeat,

core.

slight

take a deep breath.

apprenticing under John,” I say, setting my

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

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

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

territory of teamwork, of personal

Abby,” John finally

leaving mine, sending a

exhaling a tiny sigh of relief that feels like it’s been trapped inside of me for

dismissed. Get back to

office, I sink back into

is made. Only time will tell

Or maybe a

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

find Chloe knee-deep in bottles and

she

says,

sink onto the top of a crate, my

“You look like

okay?”

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

tension, and well, I’ve decided to make Karl apprentice under

it would force them to get