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, not a boxing ring,” I hiss, shooting John a glare that makes him practically shrink. “If you have a problem with someone, then take it outside. Better yet, don’t get into a fight at work. There are literal stoves on, and knives everywhere. This isn’t the place or time.”
The message is directed at John, but I know everyone’s listening.
“Yes, boss,” he mumbles.
I walk back to my station and get back to work. We’re in the middle of a dinner rush, and the last thing I need is for my employee
