Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 118
“Go home,” I interrupt, trying to hide the mild annoyance in my voice—not directed at her, but rather at

yet another hitch in the day. “Feel better, Sarah.”

“Thanks, Abby.”

But then, to make matters worse, I’ve barely been in my office for another half hour when Ben, another

server, appears in the doorway. He looks just as bad as Sarah.

“Abby, I think I caught…”

“Just go,” I groan, passing my hand over my face. “Try not to get anyone else sick.”

After Ben leaves, I let out a weary sigh and sink further into my chair. Two servers down, a

disappointed food critic, and the breakfast rush isn’t even over.

Resigned, I leave the sanctuary of my office, heading back to the floor to help out. That’s when I see

Mark and Lisa, two of our employees, locked in a heated argument by the hostess stand.

“He’s stealing my tables!” Lisa exclaims, her eyes shooting daggers at Mark.

“Your tables? You don’t own the floor, Lisa!” Mark retorts.

“Enough!” I interject, my patience wearing thin. “Mark, give Lisa her tables back. Lisa, focus on the

guests and not internal squabbles.”

apologies, but the tension lingers in the air

inside of my cheek, before turning back to the hostess station to see

official-looking

morning,” I say as pleasantly as I can. “How many are

a terse smile, holding his hand out. “I’m Jack Thompson,

Mind if I take a look

The universe still has one more curveball

his outstretched hand. “We always

highest standards.”

the kitchen first, where Ethan and the

asking to see the temperature logs, the storage areas,

labeling on the spices.

this is standard procedure; except for today, of

wringer more than once.

which could cause food

words. “And these towels are not stored properly.

solution when

the urge to show my frustration.

boards and correct the towel

more notes on his clipboard. “Very well. Let’s

feels like an eternity, with him pointing out minor infractions, and

and assuring him they’ll be fixed. It’s like having

every little infringement. And I feel like a haggard scullery maid,

minutes without being

he closes his clipboard. “You’ll need to

a follow-up visit and

from seeping into my voice. “We’ll take