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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not just here for a visit,” he says, his

to feign ignorance.

Thompson sighs. “Listen, I disregard tabloid journalism just

Well, it’s stirring the pot, to say

at his words. This was exactly what I feared, but

is homeless, but he’s

his life back in order. And I’m glad

for him

Thompson pauses for a moment, clearly moved by my little speech. But there’s also

his eyes, something

he says. “But also a

“How so?”

which puts you under our

just on you,

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

disqualified, not just over Anton, but also over the emails that I was privy to,

hasn’t mentioned