Troy took a glance in the rearview mirror again, this time more cautiously. Georgia's gaze was fixed outside the window, her fingers gently tapping against her arm. The rhythm was slow, deliberate. It was clear something was turning in her head.
"Ma'am?" he said again, more hesitantly this time. "Do you want me to keep driving around aimlessly or..."
Georgia blinked, like she'd just been pulled out of a deep thought. She turned her head slightly toward him.
"Drive to Lucian Virelle's company." she said, her voice calm, but firm.
Troy stiffened. "Lucian Virelle? The CEO of Virelle Enterprises?"
"Yes. Him. You know where it is, don’t you?" She asked.
Troy gave a low whistle and nodded. "Of course. I just didn't expect... that. Right away, ma'am."
As he turned the wheel and guided the
