Georgia had been darting from one task to another all day, the weight of two vacant positions falling squarely on her shoulders. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she moved between desks, papers, and endless phone calls—her body running on sheer willpower.
Just after lunch, Oliver arrived, accompanied by the representatives from the accounting firm he had personally vouched for. They spent hours dissecting numbers, reviewing documents, and mapping out strategies.
Georgia forced her mind to stay focused, though exhaustion was tugging at her. That was when a firm knock echoed against the glass door of the meeting room.
She lifted her head, already annoyed. "Yes? What is so urgent, Josh?" she asked, her tone sharp. She had been clear with her staff earlier—no interruptions for the rest of the day unless it was Nick.
Josh shifted uneasily, scratching the back of his neck when he caught the steel in Georgia's eyes. "Ma'am, someone's looking for you outside."
