343 What Do I Want?

(Cass)

I sit in my small, cluttered apartment, staring at the text Gabriel sent an hour ago. He’s pushing me again, wanting me to go with him while he builds his venture. My excuse is always work. I love my job.

I’m still learning, still growing in the kitchen, even if the chef is a bit of a hard-ass.

Gabriel doesn’t get it. He keeps talking about this hospitality business he’s setting up—food, accommodation, a destination for corporate team-building weeks, conferences, whatever.

It sounds impressive, sure. But the idea of working under him, tied to him like that...it doesn’t sit right. I don’t want to be part of his empire, whatever that is.

He has a conditional green card now and blind Freddy can see our lives are moving away from each other.

I glance around my apartment, a mess of half-folded laundry, mismatched furniture, and the faint smell of weed that lingers no matter how much I air the place out.

Maybe the pot’s been a bit too frequent lately, but it helps. Work’s been stress