Shery slowly stopped crying. Her sobs grew quieter. Her face stayed wet with tears, but she didn't care anymore.
She wiped her eyes and sat up a little straighter. Having someone there to lean on reminded her that she wasn't alone.
It was kind of ironic—she was supposed to help him, but somehow, he ended up as the one supporting her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to take up your time like this. You're my boss, and I should've been more professional."
Asher stayed quiet for a moment, letting her collect herself. He kept his hand on her shoulder to show her everything was okay.
Finally, he spoke.
"It's fine," he said in a calm voice. "You don't need to apologize for making a mistake. Everyone has moments when they need someone to talk to. It's okay."
Shery looked up at him, still unsure. She wasn't used to opening up to others, but somehow, he made her feel like it was okay.
