They asked simple things, how she felt, what her first plan was as CEO, and how it felt to follow in her mother’s footsteps.
Georgia answered each one with ease. The camera lights shined on her face, but she didn’t flinch. After a few minutes, the reporter smiled.
“That was perfect. Thank you, Ms. Brooks.”
“Thank you for having me,” Georgia replied politely, then turned to Naomi. “Let’s go back.”
BACK IN THE HALL
As Georgia returned, her father stood holding a glass of wine, the same way many of the guests did now. A waiter passed by, offering her a glass of juice.
Her father gave her a nod. “It’s time.”
Georgia lifted her glass slightly as her father tapped the side of his with a spoon. The soft clinking sound echoed lightly, making the room quiet down.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Mr.
