The soft golden glow from her bedside lamp filled the room with warmth. Georgia sat cross-legged on her king-sized bed, silk nightwear hugging her figure, her dark hair pulled into a messy bun.
Papers, printouts, and a half-empty coffee mug surrounded her laptop, which lit up her face as she scrolled with sharp, steady eyes.
The quiet hum of the city outside her window was the only sound, apart from the occasional click of her trackpad and the low rustle of paper as she flipped through notes.
Her eyes scanned through an entertainment report, her brows pulled slightly as she skimmed Lily’s name on the list.
“Low rankings... no new press…” Georgia murmured, clicking through another link. “No brand deals in the last six months. Hmm.”
She leaned back, lips pursed, tapping her pen against
