The ride back to the mansion felt long, even though Troy drove fast. Georgia sat quietly in the backseat, watching the city blur past through the window. Her mind raced with different thoughts.
When the gates of the mansion opened, and the car rolled up the long driveway, Georgia felt her heart beat faster. Troy parked, stepped out, and came around to open the door for her.
“Thank you, Troy,” she said softly as she stepped out.
He gave a small nod. “I'll be right here if you need me, Ma'am."
Georgia took a deep breath, straightened her blouse, and walked up the steps of the house. Inside, the air was cool, the soft smell of leather and wood filling her nose. She didn’t stop to admire the space. She already knew where to go. Her father’s study.
Her heels clicked quietly on the marble f
