It's scary to owe God a favor. You're in constant fear of what He might ask in return.
~writingRo~
Mia
I hated him: his ego, his pride, and his influence. But mostly, I hated that I couldn't say anything against his abuse. Saying anything meant the end of my career, and I had worked so hard to let a weak ass man take it away from me. So I sucked it up, smiled, and did what he said. He was punishing me for rejecting him anyway, I knew. I also knew he already had a perfect take he was just asserting his dominance, letting me know he was the boss, I knew that too. He was the best commercial director in the business, no one wanted to mess with him, and that included brands.
But god, I was tired, my mouth hurt because of smiling, my feet felt like they were about to
