Georgia's POV
After days of social events, chaos, back-to-back dramas, and unfortunate events, it felt oddly nostalgic to finally be back at my desk.
The familiar sound in the office, the soft tapping of keyboards outside my door, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee brought me a quiet sense of normalcy I didn't realize I'd missed.
It had been a long day, though. Bella and I had spent hours interviewing candidates for the operations manager position she'd posted last week. By the time we wrapped up, my voice was hoarse and my brain was running on caffeine fumes.
Now, we sat across from each other in my office, surrounded by a mess of folders, notes, and evaluation sheets.
"You don't seem happy," Bella suddenly said, watching me with that knowing look of hers.
I slumped into my chair, exhaling a tired laugh. "Is it that obvious?"
