My name’s Brooklyn. Being an ambitious model determined to find that big break that will help get my beauty brand off the ground is anything but easy. As such, I (of course) thought that some late-night drinking would be the perfect thing to calm my growing nerves after landing a huge interview with a potential investor. But now I’ve just woken up naked and alone in said investor’s bed. How am I possibly going to be able to sell my brand to the man whose name I’d been screaming only hours earlier?