We went downstairs to have breakfast. Emerson poured us both coffee and as we started eating, he said, “Mina, you remember when I told you I had to tell you something?”
“Yeah, I remember. What is it?”
“I actually need you to help me with something.”
“Okay, what is it? Just tell me,” I said, leaning forward, curious.
“It’s actually a very big ask,” he added, his tone serious.
“It’s okay. What is it? There’s nothing big you can’t ask of me.” I gave him an encouraging smile as I poured some juice into my glass. “So, what is it?”
“I need you to go back to the company,” he said, his words deliberate.
I froze, staring at him. “What do you mean, go back to the company?”
“I mean, I need you to come back to work at the company,” he said, holding my gaze.
Clang.
Before I could respond, the
