Thirty-one
"I inherited this when I was twenty-three," Brandon tells me when I come to stand beside him outside the hotel we are lodged in and I find myself gulping in disbelief. At this age, I have nothing to my name. "I added my spin on it but I still want an expansion. I can give you a tour tomorrow, maybe you will share a few ideas with me?"
My mouth opens and closes, I take a long look at the skyscraper like it’s my first time here. It is amazing. I know Brandon is rich, his mannerisms tell of his background but I have resisted the urge of googling him to find out his net worth. My eyes locate his handsome face, he’s gazing in adoration at the hotel and I can’t help but smile in awe.