Chapter 122- Gerard’s Shirt
Marissa was sitting quietly in the car, just looking ahead. She couldn’t get Rafael out of her mind.
If he had been polite in their two-year marriage, now he had become the gentlest, treating her like she was made of glass.
"You are too quiet," Gerard remarked keeping his eyes ahead while driving.
"Nah. Just... maybe job problems..." she glanced sideways and then started playing with her purse straps.
"Being in the job is the hardest thing," he said while glancing at the rearview mirror, "It doesn’t give you the liberty of making your own choices. You always have to act according to your boss’s mood swings. I used to admire you so much when you started this home-based cooking. And now look at you. Stuck like me."
He pushed the brakes when he noticed the traffic jam ahead.
"But I’m enjoying my job, G. It does give me liberty..."
"I don’t think so, Marissa," he argued holding the steering wheel tightly, "I also used to think like that. I thought I enjoyed my job but nah. I really want to plan my start-up and get rid of this daily slavery."
Marissa stayed quiet. Gerard looked upset and she didn’t want to negate his feelings. How to tell him that she almost felt like an owner at MSin?
"When you own a business and you are sick or someone from your family needs you, you don’t need to take permission from your boss. Because you are the boss, and you don’t give a damn if someone marks your leave or doesn’t tell lies against you on your back. Moreover, if the boss is an as*shole then you are in deep shit."
Kate.