Millie knocked softly on the heavy wooden door before opening it and stepping hesitantly into the study. Her shoulders were slumped, and she looked worn out, with red, puffy eyes and recently dried tears on her cheeks. The moment she entered, her eyes landed on Ethan’s assistant.
Cherri was sprawled on the couch, her laptop on her lap, fingers still poised over the keyboard. Noticing Millie’s distressed appearance, she lifted her head and met Millie’s gaze with concern.
“What happened, Amelia?” Cherri asked.
Millie quickly averted her eyes. “Nothing,” she muttered. “What lesson do you have for me tonight?”
Cherri gave her a sympathetic look before replying, “No lesson tonight, I think.” She then turned to Ethan, who was seated at his desk, rifling through some papers.
“We’ll pick up w
