The floor-to-ceiling glass walls of the Brooks Enterprises conference room let in the bright morning sun, spilling soft light over the long polished table. The marketing team sat in quiet chatter, folders open, coffee cups in hand, waiting for the meeting to begin. Some adjusted their ties, others flipped through presentation slides on tablets.
At exactly nine o’clock, the glass door swung open.
Georgia walked in, heels clicking with quiet confidence. Her eyes scanned the room once, her expression unreadable. Calm and in control.
Everyone stood briefly as she entered.
“Good morning,” she said with a short nod, placing her file and tablet at the head of the table.
“Good morning, Ms. Brooks,” the team echoed, almost in sync.
She pulled out her chair and sat, crossing her legs smoothly.
