Mia walked through the hallway with her head held high and shoulders straight. She looked calm and confident, but inside, her heart was twisting.
Now wasn't the time to show pain, it was time for strength. Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she approached her father’s office.
Behind a sleek glass desk sat his secretary, a woman in her forties with sharp eyes and a neat bun. “Miss Meyer,” the woman said with a small smile. “Your father is expecting you. He’s in his office.”
“Thank you, Melissa,” Mia replied with a nod. She walked to the large double doors and paused, her heart thudded once. Then, she knocked.
“Come in,” came her father’s voice.
Mia took a deep breath and stepped in. Her face instantly changed, softening into something timid and sad.
“Dad,” she said quickly
