Declan ignored her, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “What is the highest elevation you’ve operated at?”
“The paramount job was a wind turbine inspection. A little over seven hundred feet above the deck.”
Declan looked at Brooke. “Brooke, I’m fairly certain that sounds exactly as cinematic and terrifying as it actually is.”
Kyle grinned, leaning against the doorframe.
For the next ten minutes, Declan Vale began to interrogate me.
I answered his questions directly, without embellishment.
Brooke stood rigidly beside us, her posture stiffening with every passing second.
, unable to endure being a secondary character in her own living room, she interrupted.
“Declan, I actually arranged this gathering because I wanted to pitch a highly synergistic concept to you.”
Declan politely turned away from me. “Oh? Sure. Let’s hear it.”
“I have been conducting a deep-dive analysis of your digital footprint,” Brooke began, her voice slipping back into that terrifying, breathy corporate cadence.
