Amelia barely acknowledged Samuel's flustered response, her professional side taking complete control.
"Help your boss get ready. We need to start today's treatment."
Her voice carried the no-nonsense authority of someone who expected obedience without argument. Samuel bobbed his head quickly, more than happy to escape the awkwardness of the moment. He hurried over to Alan, assisting him with practiced efficiency. After years of service, the routine of helping his boss prepare was second nature.
The first stages of the treatment went smoothly, following their familiar pattern. Neurostimulation and the therapeutic bath passed without complication, just another repetition of what had already become habit. But when Alan emerged from the adjoining room in casual loungewear, his expression shifted in surprise. Amelia was still there, waiting in the center of his room.
"Hold on," she said, catching his look instantly. "We are not done yet."
Alan's brows drew together in a frown.
