Georgia sat across from Lucian, her phone in hand, lazily scrolling through her screen. The quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the room, mixed with the soft, rhythmic clicking of Lucian’s fingers dancing across his laptop keyboard. He was focused, head slightly bowed, dark hair falling over his forehead as he typed. The soft light from the desk lamp threw a golden hue on his face, highlighting the curve of his jaw.
She glanced at him once, then again. There was something about the way he worked, silent, calm, and so in control. Her phone buzzed in her hand, but she didn’t look at the screen.
An idea suddenly popped into her head. She straightened in her chair and looked up. "How about her location? How do I get access to her?" Her voice broke the silence.
Lucian paused. His fingers
