Chapter 9 . Our tiny moment

 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 idiot! 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 most hated person in the pack, my friends. I've learned to deal with it somehow. Then the meals are being hauled off to the banquet hall. I s