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—”

interrupts firmly. “The

You must continue

races. “But I can’t cook without my sous chef,” I argue,

“It’s not fair. Daniel still

retorts with a

not up to me. You do want to win,

far from me now. It doesn’t feel

this all on

pretend that this is all okay,” I say. “He would never hurt anyone

This—this is a farce!”

pretend anything,” Mr.

it? To prove yourself in the

back at the station, at the unfinished dish lying on the

lights, the eyes on the stage—all of it

right; I can’t

go back,” Mr. Thompson murmurs, his voice lower

“You know Karl would

without him.”

second, letting his words

Thompson is right, yet

feels hollow, even to me. “But this

but I won’t let this lie. Karl is

one of them.”

Thompson says, squeezing

Personally.”

and run back on stage, where the

me all this time. The audience

at me from their booth. Daniel and

And the timer hasn’t

several minutes over

as I dash past the camera and back to my station. The

a ticking time bomb, a countdown

feel utterly helpless in this

Daniel’s station, I catch his eyes.

sous chef cooking with

with

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