The line went dead. Georgia slowly lowered the phone from her ear, her face blank.
With a scoff, she handed the phone back to Lily and turned towards the window. She pulled the curtain back a little and stared outside, threading her fingers through her long dark hair. She took in a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she tried to calm the storm in her chest.
“I’ll text you my house address,” she said after a moment, lowly. “He should come with the file once he returns.”
“Yes, I’ll make sure he does,” Lily nodded, watching her carefully.
Georgia turned, her gaze locking with Lily’s. “And tell him,” she added, walking closer, “that whatever important stuff he went to retrieve is for his ears only. I don’t want the business world shaking before my inauguration.”
Lily swallowed a
