Georgia Wilson

Georgia exited the café, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement as she strode toward her car. The cool night air brushed against her skin, but the chill didn't bother her. The tremor in her hand as she reached for the car door, however, did. She stilled it with a deep breath, willing her composure back into place. She couldn't afford to falter now.

Sliding into the driver's seat, she closed the door firmly and leaned back for a moment, her heart still racing.

The meeting had gone as she'd planned—better, even—but the weight of it lingered, pressing on her chest. Seeing Sebastian again after all these years had stirred feelings she thought she'd buried long ago.

Her phone buzzed on the passenger seat, the screen lighting up with a familiar number. Georgia let it vibrate for a moment before picking it up, slipping effortlessly into her practiced calm.

"Yes?" she answered, her tone cool and composed.

"How did it go?" a deep, measured voice asked on the other end.