Kelly POV
I move around the kitchen frantically cleaning up after the grubby pack cook, George. Stealing a quick glance at him, I get a good look at the guy. His complexion is beat red as he practically screams out order after order to the staff.
Trying my best to keep from being under foot, I wipe, scrub, and organize my heart out. I'm positive that I'm going to have sweat stains on this shirt. I love this shirt!
"Too much salt, you i***t! Why on earth do I have to be stuck dealing with omegas who can't do squat! I need professionals and this is all I have to work with!" He rages, shoving a small omega boy to the side so he can try and salvage the ruined dish.
I send the kid a sympathetic smile to reassure him, but he acts like he doesn't see it. That's the hard truth of being the mos
