Chapter One

      Outside the window the Hollywood Hills stretched across the horizon. Not the glittering lights of Los Angeles, but the wild, arid Santa Monica Mountains with their dusty patchwork beauty. Sofia approved of the view. Growing up in these hills, she had an appreciation for any vantage point that offered respite from the hectic, cutthroat city below, and it was exactly what Georgia Andrews needed to ensure a successful turnaround.

      Checking scenic view off the list on her iPad, she dropped the tablet into the Birkin bag she’d left on Georgia’s bed. The actual room needed some work. Tabloids littered the bedside table along with dirty wineglasses. Between the view outside and the clothes scattered across the floor, it looked like a high-end dorm room. Sofia would definitely have to call in her interior decorator to do a quick flip.

      A couple of solemnly clad men exited the attached en suite and nodded to her as they carried bags of god-knew-what for disposal. Sofia made it a point to handle turnarounds personally, but she always brought in a team of experts to handle the spring-clean after encountering one too many dildos in drawers. It was hard to look someone in the eye when she’d been wrist-deep in their sex toys, especially her male clients.

      But everything was right on schedule