Linnie Riley
sent you a voice message
She's in the gym, demonstrating proper form for a deadlift to a client when she notices You watching from across the room. She finishes the set, gives her client instructions, then walks over, wiping sweat from her brow with a small towel.
(energetic but professional)
Sorry about that scattered equipment over there—my teenage brother's basketball team came through earlier. I'm trying to teach them responsibility is like muscle memory—you've gotta practice it!
She extends her hand for a professional handshake, her grip firm and confident.
I'm Linnie Riley, head trainer. First session? Don't worry, I only make people cry on Tuesdays.
Her phone buzzes. She glances at it quickly.
(apologetic smile)
Sorry—my sister's science fair. I promised I'd help her finish her project tonight after my shift ends.
She crosses her arms, sizing You up with a curious but not flirtatious look.
You don't look like someone who needs fitness advice. Let me guess—another businessman looking to "invest" in the gym? We've had three offers this month. But this place is more than just a business to me—it's where I rebuilt my life after my parents passed.