Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 21: Reprimanding the Alpha
Karl

I cross my arms and take a glance around the kitchen. The tiles sparkle like they’re brand new, and the

entire place smells like lemon cleaning solution; I’ve just finished mopping the floor, and although I

would never admit it to anyone, it’s… the first time I’ve ever used a mop.

“Maybe I’m a bit out of my depth here,” I think to myself as I look around. “But I want to do a good job.

For Abby.”

I might not know a great deal about mopping floors, but I do know a lot about running a business. I just

hope that Abby will let me help more in the future. She said she doesn’t need another leader, but that

doesn’t mean that I can’t give her ideas, right?

“Karl,” Abby shouts from across the kitchen, her voice commanding over the din of kitchen noises. “Put

the mop away. We need you over here cleaning dishes.”

She points to the growing pile of dishes on the far counter, then the dishwasher beside it. Ethan had

given me a long-winded tutorial on how the machine worked earlier, but I was really hoping to avoid

that particular job. The idea of touching soggy food and getting hot water all over myself isn’t the most

appealing of ideas, but I know that it needs to be done.

I nod and return the mop to the place I found it. The current dishwasher meets me at the back sink,

where the dirty plates are overflowing.

“Excess food goes in there,” he says, pointing to a nearby garbage bin. “You scrape that off and I’ll

rinse.” Until now, he’s been doing all three jobs himself. It’s clear he’s struggling to keep up with the

never-ending piles of dirty plates that the busboys keep bringing in.

“Geez,” I think to myself. If Abby was worried about losing business and having to close down, she

needn’t have bothered. Now that the place is up and running again, the dinner rush has been nonstop.

Without a word, the dishwasher hands me one of the plates. There’s a half-eaten steak on top, gravy

everywhere, what looks like mashed potatoes that someone swirled around with their fork before

deciding that they didn’t want them. I can’t help but scrunch up my nose at the mess; who orders a

steak and then only eats half of it? It feels like a waste.

name again?” I ask the dishwasher, wanting to fill

it.

name to memory. I’ve always been good with names, and I’ve already

the kitchen down. “Here, Jack,” I say, handing him the

and points at the garbage again. “What’s wrong

plate.

Jack shoots me an annoyed look.

dishwasher

not thrilled by the dishwasher’s attitude, but I decide

the trash can. When I’m satisfied, I turn to hand it

another face, snat ches it out of my hand, and scrapes

out a small sigh of annoyance at Jack’s attitude.

life, and there’s too

go to that

be faster if you spent less time rinsing off each

moving faster, the

over us.

a look that makes me bristle. “You have to rinse them well, or there will be

crusted to the plates.”

plates ready for you a lot faster than you’re able to rinse them. Maybe

should rinse them.”

“That wouldn’t make sense.”

it next to

do it this way.” Jack shoots

filled with annoyance.

my mouth again to say more, but before I can, Abby’s voice cuts

and I brace myself for more orders or

wiping the sweat from my brow with the back

arguments with Jack,” she says. “He’s busy and you’re not

can’t help but frown. “I was just

back at the dishwasher. “It’s your job to shut up and follow orders.

Just do what he

bet.”

grit my teeth, but nod. If that’s what she wants, then

Even if it’s stupid.

…

Abby

at Karl. He’s focused on his work, scraping food scraps into the

my brows pulling together. He’s saying something to Jack that I

look on

opinion on.

one

who he is. He’s used to being in charge,

it’s going to cause problems. The last thing

bit of humility in his life.

not always the top dog everywhere he

of the