But the Lamborghini?
She left that one outside on purpose.
“That one’s coming with me today,” she said to herself with a little smirk. “I’m done with Ubers." She said.
Georgia gathered the car keys and the documents from the glove compartments and headed back into the house. Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she walked in and set everything down on the coffee table.
She glanced at the time. It wasn’t late, but she didn’t want to keep her father waiting.
She made her way to her bedroom and opened her closet, dragging her fingers across the neat row of clothes.
“What do I wear today?” she mumbled.
After a moment, Georgia got dressed in a black suit that fit her just right. The jacket had a sharp shape with a large white collar that crossed over the front, giving it a bold
