Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

“Here we are,” I announce, gesturing at the controlled chaos around me.

Mr. Thompson steps in, his eyes moving critically from the prep stations to the line cooks and finally to

Anton, who is still engrossed in his soup. His gaze lingers on the French chef for a few moments,

hesitating, before landing on me. “Busy today, huh?”

“Yes, very,” I respond. “Business has been good, and we aim to keep it that way.”

“I see cleanliness is a priority as always,” he observes, his gaze lingering on Anton once more.

I can’t shake the feeling that I—or rather, Anton—am being tested, but I plaster a smile on my face and

nod. “Of course, Mr. Thompson. We always get top ratings on our health reports.”

After a few more moments of looking around, Mr. Thompson nods in a satisfied manner and follows me to

the door. But once we’re in the hallway, alone, his facade seems to drop ever so slightly.

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just here

swallow, deciding to feign

sighs. “Listen, I disregard tabloid journalism just as much as the next guy,” he says

say the least. Is it true? Your new chef is

sinks a little at his words. This was exactly what I feared,

up. “Anton is homeless, but he’s an

not just about the kitchen, but about getting his life

stone for him in

for a moment, clearly moved by my little

his eyes, something that

he says. “But also a liability. I hope you

“How so?”

finalist for the competition, which puts you under

you, but on

stomach lurch, but all I can do is keep holding my chin high and hope for

over Anton, but also over the emails that I was privy

thankfully hasn’t