Georgia sat at her desk, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood. Papers were spread out in front of her, reports, contracts, performance reviews. The afternoon sun streamed through the large windows of her office, casting long shadows across the floor.
She'd been at this for hours. Reviewing, planning and strategizing.
But her mind kept drifting. Georgia shook her head, forcing herself to focus. She couldn't afford distractions. Not now, not when there was so much to do. A soft knock sounded at the door.
"Come in," Georgia called, her voice steady.
The door opened, and Naomi stepped inside, carrying a tablet and a folder. She was dressed in a white blouse and black slacks, her hair pulled back into a neat bun, professional.
"Ms. Georgia," Naomi said, walking closer
