Brooke's arrangement was simple: someone needed a believable girlfriend for public photos, she sold her likeness for the purpose, and that was supposed to be the end of it. The client pays a million dollars to meet her in person. The man waiting is not the star quarterback whose photos she used as the reference point. He is the uncle—older, wealthier, and already introducing her to the room as his girlfriend before she has figured out what is happening.
Her ex-boyfriend walks in. The uncle doesn't adjust. He announces he's serious about marriage and names a figure in the hundreds of millions as a prenuptial offer. Brooke agreed to one fake date. What she now has is a furious ex on one side, a man who moves through the world like every room already belongs to him on the other, and no clear line back to the arrangement that was supposed to stay simple.
