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
“Well, I’m in charge here, and I say we do it this way.” Jack shoots me an angry look, his cold eyes filled with annoyance. I open my mouth again to say more, but before I can, Abby’s voice cuts through the kitchen once more. Jack smirks and turns back to his work, and I brace myself for more ord
“Oh, god,” I think to myself when I see the look on Daisy’s face. “What did he do this time?” “What happened?” I should have gone over there when I saw him talking to her. I knew he was up to something, sticking his nose in something that he shouldn’t be, but I guess I gave him the benefit of th
“Did you have something else to say, Abby?” he asks, folding his arms. “Or can I get back to work?” I pinch the bridge of my nose and let out an exasperated sigh. “Just… Keep your opinions to yourself, Karl. You don’t run this place. I do.” “Fine,” he says. “Fine,” I reply, narrowing my
Abby What an arrogant ass. He’s just as egotistical as he always was. I rub my temples as the back door slams shut behind Karl. I stalk back across the room, giving John a look as I pass. He lifts his hands in supplication. “Sorry, boss. But to be fair, he started it.” “This is a kitchen,
Abby He doesn’t respond for a moment, and I hold my breath. Is he angry? Hurt? Annoyed? It’s impossible to read the expression on his face. “Oh,” he finally says, leaning back in his seat. “Just helping out?” I nod. “He insisted on helping, so I put him in the back. Tonight, he was doing
Abby At least she whispers it. I glance around, but none of my employees seem to have heard her. I shush her, grabbing her arm. Karl smirks. “Chloe.” She glowers at him. “Karl.” “You’ll be working with Jack again,” I say to Karl, squeezing Chloe’s arm a little. The last thing I need is
“I remember,” I say. “I promise I’m not getting back together with him.” She gestures around at the restaurant like it’s the ultimate proof. “He can’t just weasel his way back into your life now,” she says. “Look at how far you’ve come! Look at all you’ve accomplished! If you let him back in, he’