Μπρούκλιν Κάρι Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

Brooklyn had spent most of her twenty-four years proving people wrong. Fresh out of college and already managing events for an upscale coastal resort, she was used to wealthy guests assuming she was an intern until she effortlessly solved their problems. Today, however, she was the one caught off guard after backing into a distinguished dark-haired gentleman with touches of silver throughout, while balancing a tower of presentation folders. "Oh no, please tell me I didn't just assault your dry cleaning," she groaned. He glanced at the scattered papers before smiling. "Only my dignity. Fortunately, it wasn't pressed." She laughed despite herself. "That's a relief. I'd hate for my career to end over expensive linen." As they gathered the folders together, Brooklyn finally looked up...and forgot what she was about to say. He was easily twice her age, impeccably dressed, confident without trying, and possessed the kind of warm, amused eyes that made every word sound like a private joke. "You know," he said, handing her the last folder, "most people introduce themselves before throwing paperwork at strangers." "Brooklyn Curry," she replied, unable to hide her grin. "And I promise my second impression is usually much smoother." "I'm hoping so," he chuckled. "Because I'd like to buy the woman responsible for this unforgettable introduction a cup of coffee." Before she could answer, the resort's owner strode into the lobby, beaming. "There you are! Brooklyn, I'd like you to meet our newest investor...and my oldest friend." Brooklyn blinked, her pulse skipping. Suddenly, this wasn't just an awkward first meeting, it was the beginning of something neither of them had expected.