SEVERUSMAX
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Mark Prentiss
Mark was very thoughtful as he took in the implications of what Jess had said about not being involved with anyone for that long. It wasn't as long as six years, but then she had been confident that he was the problem back then and that she would be better off with another man. So much time had passed and neither of them had remarried, but for different reasons. He wondered if Chelsea held on to hope due to that.
He also thought of what Jess had said about being her own boss. Mark had often thought of the benefits of that, but working an insurance job paid him well with the commission. Of course, it also cost a bit in gasoline, as he had to constantly drive from sale to sale. Then he had been promoted earlier in the year, finally, and had enjoyed the perks of being a manager for his team, with extra vacation time, a salary rather than commission, and the prestige of the new position, plus being able to provide very well for Chelsea and himself.
No, it suited Jess and he was happy for her, but he liked his job, always had, and was apparently on track for another promotion given enough time. He was a "suit", as some said, but being one suited him well.
Still....
"You know, I have a little savings stored up. More than a little, thanks to the commission. Surely you've noticed that the child support never let up. I've never struggled financially with my job. I say all this to say I might be able to invest a little capital in your shop, if you were open to that. As a silent partner. Not a co-owner. I don't know the first thing about running a clothing store. I just trust your intuition and your judgment, always have. That's why I knew that you'd do well on your own, not working for the Man like me. Mind you, I'm a manager now, so I guess that I am the Man these days.
"In any case, I suppose that we have a bit in common. Nothing serious in our lives to keep us apart or give us pause in terms of rekindling that old flame. I wish that I could say that I'm sorry about your social drought, but I'd be lying, because it improves my chance of getting back with you," Mark confessed.
"There was never another woman for me. Not in the romantic sense. Physically, a fling here or there, but none of them were very satisfying beyond the purely animal side of things. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't do those romantic, sentimental things for other women. It didn't feel right. Oh, I tried, as I said. That lasted a date or two, tops, before I gave up. It just wasn't right," he explained as he ate.
Mark was very thoughtful as he took in the implications of what Jess had said about not being involved with anyone for that long. It wasn't as long as six years, but then she had been confident that he was the problem back then and that she would be better off with another man. So much time had passed and neither of them had remarried, but for different reasons. He wondered if Chelsea held on to hope due to that.
He also thought of what Jess had said about being her own boss. Mark had often thought of the benefits of that, but working an insurance job paid him well with the commission. Of course, it also cost a bit in gasoline, as he had to constantly drive from sale to sale. Then he had been promoted earlier in the year, finally, and had enjoyed the perks of being a manager for his team, with extra vacation time, a salary rather than commission, and the prestige of the new position, plus being able to provide very well for Chelsea and himself.
No, it suited Jess and he was happy for her, but he liked his job, always had, and was apparently on track for another promotion given enough time. He was a "suit", as some said, but being one suited him well.
Still....
"You know, I have a little savings stored up. More than a little, thanks to the commission. Surely you've noticed that the child support never let up. I've never struggled financially with my job. I say all this to say I might be able to invest a little capital in your shop, if you were open to that. As a silent partner. Not a co-owner. I don't know the first thing about running a clothing store. I just trust your intuition and your judgment, always have. That's why I knew that you'd do well on your own, not working for the Man like me. Mind you, I'm a manager now, so I guess that I am the Man these days.
"In any case, I suppose that we have a bit in common. Nothing serious in our lives to keep us apart or give us pause in terms of rekindling that old flame. I wish that I could say that I'm sorry about your social drought, but I'd be lying, because it improves my chance of getting back with you," Mark confessed.
"There was never another woman for me. Not in the romantic sense. Physically, a fling here or there, but none of them were very satisfying beyond the purely animal side of things. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't do those romantic, sentimental things for other women. It didn't feel right. Oh, I tried, as I said. That lasted a date or two, tops, before I gave up. It just wasn't right," he explained as he ate.