Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

job I can. So I would really appreciate it if you didn’t make my life as unpleasant
as you do everyone else’s.’
Will’s eyes widened a little. There was a beat before he spoke again. ‘And
what if I told you I didn’t want you here?’
‘I’m not employed by you. I’m employed by your mother. And unless she tells
me she doesn’t want me here any more I’m staying. Not because I particularly
care about you, or like this stupid job or want to change your life one way or
another, but because I need the money. Okay? I really need the money.’
Will Traynor’s expression hadn’t outwardly changed much but I thought I saw
astonishment in there, as if he were unused to anyone disagreeing with him.
Oh hell, I thought, as the reality of what I had just done began to sink in. I’ve
really blown it this time.
But Will just stared at me for a bit and, when I didn’t look away, he let out a
small breath, as if about to say something unpleasant.
‘Fair enough,’ he said, and he turned the wheelchair round. ‘Just put the
photographs in the bottom drawer, will you? All of them.’
And with a low hum, he was gone.