BROOKS ENTERPRISES: GEORGIA’S OFFICE, EARLY EVENING
The sun had begun to dip below the skyline, casting a soft orange hue through the tall windows. The lights in most offices were off now, the usual chatter and movement reduced to the quiet hum of a few working late.
Georgia sat at her desk, her eyes scanning the final page of the proposal. It was from Sylvester Corp, and even now, after reading it three times, her hand hovered above the desk, fingers curled in thought.
The proposal was solid. Professional. Clean. Everything was structured perfectly: timelines, logistics, resources, support. If she hadn’t known who submitted it, she would’ve signed it hours ago.
But she knew.
Her lips pressed into a line, and she reached for her pen.
Before she could lift it, a light knock came on he
