Blind Date

Georgia's POV

"Ms. Calloway, wake up. Your mother would like to speak to you."

I lifted my head up from my desk and stared blearily at Henry, who was standing in front of my desk, his cell phone in hand. My mother? Suddenly more alert, I straightened and cleared my throat. "Why didn't she call me first?"

He quickly muted his phone. "I think she knows you wouldn't answer."

"Is she back?"

"No. She says she has something to tell you."

I hesitated.

Had she already found out I'd changed the locks? Or maybe the security cameras were finally shut off and she'd found out about it?

Begrudgingly, I took the phone from Henry and unmuted it. "Yes, Mother?"

"Were you sleeping?"

"No," I lied.

"Did you finish your work for the day?"

I glanced at the pile of paperwork on my desk: plans for new locations, ideas for new promotions, severance plans for the one employee that got fired in California, a paper requesting an updated oSHA certification, a payroll incident our accountant wanted me to double-