GEORGIA'S APARTMENT
Georgia sat cross-legged on the couch, her laptop resting on her lap, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound in the room. She was still in her robe, hair tied up in a loose bun, and a mug of cold coffee sat forgotten on the side table.
She was supposed to be resting.
Her father had told her not to worry about work until next week. He even insisted on giving her a few days off after the inauguration. But Georgia couldn’t sit still. Waiting a whole week? That felt impossible.
She had things to do. Plans to make.
Right now, she was reading through a list of possible business partners that Mark had emailed to her early that morning.
Her eyes skimmed the names. Big names. Strong companies. And then she saw it.
Virelle Enterprises.
Her heart paused for a m
