I watched Kyle close his eyes, bracing for impact.
“And I believe,” Brooke continued, pacing, “that you are currently leaving a tremendous amount of cultural capital on the table. You have a massive, untapped opportunity to pivot into elevated female luxury storytelling.”
Declan blinked. Once. Twice. “I do?”
“Absolutely.”
“What, exactly, is elevated female luxury storytelling?”
Brooke paused. She struck a thoughtful pose, tapping her chin with one finger.
I waited. Kyle waited. Mom held her breath.
Brooke unleashed a dazzling smile. “It is fundamentally about granting your audience exclusive access to premium culture.”
I looked at Kyle. I didn’t say a word.
Kyle whispered, his voice trembling with suppressed agony. “Do not ask her to define it, Rupert. I am begging you.”
Brooke, oblivious to the impending trainwreck, plowed forward. “I already organically operate within several highly adjacent, premium circles. I have the necessary network.”
Declan nodded, maintaining a mask of polite neutrality. “Interesting. What kind of circles? Can you give me an example?”
