Georgia's POV
Even though it was Sunday, I had buried myself in numbers, financial statements, operational reports, and performance dashboards, catching up on everything I had missed since I was gone. And for the first time in months, I could breathe.
The debts to Jefferson Davis were gone. I can finally say that the company's finances are finally in a good place. If things went well, we'd be back in the green in just a few months.
I was proud, satisfied even. My team had worked like warriors, pulling the company back from the edge.
After a hot shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and padded down to the kitchen, craving chamomile tea. Just as I lifted the cup to my lips, my phone buzzed.
I glanced at it and saw a message from an unknown number.
[Can you come out for a bit? I won't stay long.]
I frowned at first, and then I remembered that I gave my number to Nick but forgot to get his.
[Can't go out. Enter through the back. I'm in the kitchen.]
