62 Exactly What I need

(Winona)

“Winona! Come in. Take a seat,” Gus says loudly as I inwardly wince.

I slowly sit across the desk in Jayden’s office and remove my sunglasses, trying to gather my thoughts. The light feels harsh, stabbing into my already pounding head.

“Hard night?” Gus inquires, his tone a mix of curiosity and judgment.

“I suppose your watchdogs filled you in. I am entitled to a life, you know,” I retort, a bit sharper than intended.

“My staff know better than to speculate on the private lives of anyone they are detailed to. Privacy is of the utmost importance. It’s your eyes giving you away,” he responds, leaning back in his chair, scrutinizing me.

I sigh deeply. “My head is mush, but I want to tell you in person that I’m not accepting your offer.”

Gus raises an eyebrow, clearly not expecting this. “I appreciate you coming in. But are you sure?”

“Mr. Brennan…”

“Call me Gus.”

“Gus. Abby is really my only priority now. Those hours are ridiculous, not to mention the workload,” I explain, tryin