GEORGIA’S OFFICE : MORNING
The loud click of Georgia’s heels echoed gently in the parking lot as she stepped out of her black Lamborghini, the engine humming softly before going silent.
The sun was already out, casting warm light over the building as she adjusted her sunglasses and shut the car door. She smoothed the front of her cream-colored blazer, tossed her long hair over her shoulder, and took in a deep breath.
Back to work.
As she made her way toward the glass doors of her company building, a few workers passing by paused to greet her.
“Good morning, Miss Brooks." A young man in a blue shirt said with a polite smile.
“Morning,” she replied with a small nod, not slowing her pace.
Another lady near the reception smiled and gave a small wave. “Morning, ma’am.”
Georgia gave her
