Chapter 0312


    Abby


    The dinner rush has finally died down, and Anton, John and I are just finishing up ourst batch of


    orders. We’ve been working tirelessly all night, and I can’t wait to have a moment of reprieve. Music is


    ying over the kitchen speakers, but I’ve hardly heard a word of it, too focused on the food to think


    about anything else.


    At some point, Mr. Thompson slips into the kitchen. I don’t notice his presence until he speaks up, his


    voice carrying across the din. It almost makes me jump.


    “Hello, team,” he says.


    I quickly look up, a bit of hair falling into my eyes, and blow it away with a puff of air. “Oh! Mr.


    Thompson,” I say, straightening a bit. “Is everything going okay out there?”


    “Abby, Anton, John,” he acknowledges each of us with a nod. “The food tonight is an absolute hit. The


    guests are raving about every dish.”


    I can’t help but feel a sense of pride wash over me. After everything, the food is a hit. It feels good.


    Really good.


    “Thank you, Mr. Thompson,” I reply with a satisfied grin. “It means a lot. We’ve all been working really


    hard.”


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    Mr. Thompson’s eyes twinkle with admiration as he continues. “In fact, some of your fans are asking to


    meet the chef responsible for these exquisite creations. I suggest you join the party now that the food


    orders have slowed down. It’s an opportunity for you to bask in the recognition you rightfully deserve.”


    I feel a surge of nervous excitement at the prospect of mingling with the guests, but I’m also aware of


    my disheveled appearance from hours spent in the kitchen. I nce down at my flour-dusted apron and


    smudged chef’s coat.


    “I’ll have to put on my dress and freshen up a bit first,” I say, “but I can mingle for a while after that.”


    Mr. Thompson’s smile widens, and he nods in understanding. “Of course, Abby. Take your time. We’ll


    be looking forward to your entrance.”


    When Mr. Thompson leaves, the kitchen falls quiet. I can feel Anton and John’s eyes on me, and it’s


    obvious that they know now what I’ve really been waiting for all night. When I turn to face them, the


    looks on their faces tell me all I need to know.


    Anton grins, his hands covered in cocoa powder from his most recent batch of tiramisu. “Go on, Abby,”


    he says. “Go to the party. We know you want to.”


    John nods in agreement, his focus on the sizzling grill in front of him. “Yeah, we’ve got the rest covered


    here. Get out there. Have some fun. You deserve it.”


    “And besides,” Anton chimes in before I have the chance to say anything else, “surely Karl is out there,


    isn’t he?”


    My eyes widen. They shouldn’t know that Karl is an Alpha. And they especially shouldn’t know about


    the… feelings between the two of us.


    “Er—He’s not—”


    “Quit ying dumb,” John interjects with a wave of his spat. “We’ve all known for ages now. He’s an


    Alpha, obviously. And I don’t know the exact history between you two, but it’s obvious that you’ve got


    feelings toward each other.”


    John chuckles and pats my shoulder. “Sure, Abby. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”


    “Now go!” Daisy exims, practically kicking me out the door with her shoe as she passes by with


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    With their encouragement, I make my way towards my office. My heart is racing, a mix of excitement


    and nerves. I can do this.


    But as I approach my office door, I peek into the main area, my curiosity getting the better of me.