The door to Abby’s office swings shut behind me, and my mind races as I walk back into the kitchen. First, she asks me to make nice with Chloe, and now this? Apprenticing under John, of all people? A guy I can’t even stand to be in the same room with?
“Karl, grab the veal from the fridge. Now.” John’s voice snaps me back to reality, jarring and grating as ever.
I grab the veal and set it on the counter, taking a moment to steel myself. I’m doing this for Abby, I remind myself. As if sensing my inner turmoil, Abby glances over at me from across the kitchen.
Our eyes meet for just a second, but it’s enough. I nod subtly. I can do this.
The dinner rush starts, and the kitchen turns into a whirlwind of flying knives and sizzling pans. John wastes no time in laying into me.
