Natasha’s pov
I got up and walked to the door.
Winson followed.
"Winson, what else do you want to do?
Don't follow me! "
Winson worried: "Natasha, Jack just..."
I interrupted him, "This is my business. You don't have to follow me."
I finished and strode out of the door.
I came to the door. Today, Jack not...