In the dazzling glow of studio lights, Georgia found herself perched on the plush seat of the Ada Zeta-Jones Show. The air buzzed with anticipation of the celebrity host, known for her finesse in extracting the juiciest details. The audience, a sea of expectant faces, filled the space with a murmur of anticipation, their collective energy palpable.
Ada was exactly how she seemed in television. She was this gorgeous woman in her late thirties, and had this undeniable presence and allure one can’t help but marvel in her presence. She was bubbly, fast and eloquent, and not to mention cunning. And Georgia knew she had to be faster and much more cunning if she didn’t want to be out smarted by the other woman and be forced to reveal something she hadn’t meant to at all.
It was a risky game the
