Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chatper 243

Abby

All I can do is watch, helpless, as Karl’s form recedes.

He’s being guided forcibly away by the firm hand of a security guard, and he’s

yelling something over the din of the crowd, the announcer, and the sounds of

cooking.

I can’t make out what he’s saying, but whatever it is, it’s frantic. But before I can

make sense of it, a microphone is suddenly shoved in my face, and the camera

blocks my view of Karl’s fading form.

“Abby, what’s happening? Does your sous chef often show such aggressive

behavior?” The announcer’s voice breaks through my train of thought, loud and

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grating over the microphone. I feel frozen to my spot, unsure of what to do.

“I… Um… Excuse me,” I manage, pushing past the announcer and hurrying

toward the edge of the stage, toward where Karl and the security guard

disappeared to. But Mr. Thompson is already in my way, grabbing my arm and

yanking me out of the view of the camera.

“Abby, you can’t follow him,” Mr. Thompson hisses, his voice low. “Get back out

there.”

“But I need to—” I begin, but the words are cut off.

“No,” Mr. Thompson cuts in, his tone leaving no room for argument. “What you

need to do is finish your dish. This will be handled, don’t worry.”

“But Karl, he—”

be taken care of,” he interrupts firmly. “The judges have made it clear:

not stop. You

I can’t cook without my sous chef,” I

“It’s not fair. Daniel still has his

a

it’s not up to me. You do want to

seems so far from me now. It doesn’t feel right

And I can’t do this all on

I say. “He would never hurt anyone like

This—this is a farce!”

to pretend anything,”

for, isn’t it? To

back at the station, at the

lights, the eyes on the stage—all of it

Mr. Thompson is right; I can’t

back,” Mr. Thompson

know Karl

without him.”

eyes for a fleeting second, letting his

Thompson is right, yet

feels hollow,

finish the dish, but I won’t let this lie. Karl is many things, but

one of them.”

Mr. Thompson says, squeezing my shoulder. “I’ll look

Personally.”

on stage,

for me all this time. The audience is

are staring at me from their

back at work. And the timer hasn’t paused for even

already wasted several

dash past the camera and back to

time bomb, a countdown to an

feel utterly helpless in

way past Daniel’s station, I catch his eyes. He and

cooking with

injured. Daniel shoots me that look with that knowing

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