Outside the company building, the sky was turning orange. Georgia stepped out slowly. A black limousine was already parked in front, looking clean and fancy.
The driver, dressed in a black suit, quickly stepped out when he saw her.
“Miss Brooks?” he asked with a slight nod.
“Yes,” she said with a tired smile.
He opened the door for her without another word.
Georgia climbed in and sat back on the soft seat. The inside of the car smelled clean, like leather and a hint of lemon. She looked out the window as the car started to move. Italy really looked different. The streets were alive with people chatting, walking around with gelato, and cars moving in every direction.
The ride was quiet. Georgia didn’t feel like talking, and thankfully, the driver didn’t either.
She thought about ever
