Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0294

Abby

I’m still clutching my phone so tightly that my knuckles are probably turning white. I’m standing in the

middle of the cold storeroom, my hands shaking slightly as I wait for Mr. Thompson’s verdict.

“I’ve called to inform you of the results from last night,” he says. “First of all, I hope you’re doing well.”

“Y-Yeah, I’m doing good,” I manage, struggling and, quite frankly, failing to keep my voice steady. “And

you?”

Mr. Thompson chuckles lightly. “I’m well, Abby,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. I can

picture him on the other end of the phone, probably smirking as he speaks. Is he enjoying toying with

me? I need to hear the results!

My heart skips a beat, and I grip the phone even tighter. “Look, Mr. Thompson—” I begin, but he cuts

me off.

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My heart feels as if it’s about to stop. This is it. My career feels like it’s hinging on this moment.

Everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve sacrificed, all comes to this. And Mr. Thompson, kind, sweet,

compassionate Mr. Thompson, is taking his damn time with telling me. I want to scream.

“You’re going to cater the Alpha gathering.”

A rush of joy floods through me, and I can't contain my excitement. “Um.. ahem… excuse me,” I

manage. Without waiting for a response, I put the phone down for a moment and just stand there.

Then, I’m suddenly jumping up and down, squealing with delight. I clamp my hand over my mouth,

trying in vain to hide the absurd sounds that are coming out of me.

This is it! This is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for. No, not just waiting for, working for. And despite

my odds, I made it. Everything is going to change from here on out.

Mr. Thompson’s voice crackles through the speaker then, breaking through my reverie. “Abby?” he

calls out, his voice muffled by the distance. “Abby, are you there?”

I pick the phone up again, my voice breathless. “Mr. Thompson,” I breathe, “I can’t believe it! Thank you

so much! I promise I won’t let you down.”

He laughs warmly. “I have no doubt about that, Abby. Your talent and passion shine through in your

cooking. But that’s not all.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “It’s not?”

“No,” he replies. “Look, Abby, your story has captured the hearts of many. People are fascinated by

your journey, and we believe it could be a great opportunity for your restaurant as well. I’ve scheduled a

TV interview for you. It’s tomorrow. Can you attend?”

I swallow, nodding even though I know he can’t see me. “O-Of course,” I say. “Of course, I could do

that.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Thompson,” I say, my voice filled with regret. “But he won’t be able to appear on TV

anymore. In fact, he’s no longer working with me to this capacity. It was only a temporary

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There’s a brief silence on the other end of the line. I can feel Mr. Thompson’s disappointment through

the phone. “I see,” he finally says. “That’s unfortunate. But I understand.”