Chapter 21
She eyed Brandon cautiously, trying to gauge his mood. âWhoâs that?â
âSophia,â he said, his handsome face composed, not bothering with any fake pleasantries.
Susan frowned. âYou looking for her for something?â
Brandon didnât answer, just looked at her, repeating his question: âWhere is she?â
Susan shook her head quickly âI donât knowâ
Afraid that Brandon might not believe her, she quickly added, âI really donât know She just went that way, we havenât been in touch, I really donât know her address. Susan continued, âyouâve got phones and WhatsApp, right? If you wanna find her, just shoot her a message
But as soon as the words left her mouth, she saw Brandonâs expression go blank again.
He didnât say anything more, didnât even ask her to delete the photo, just gave her a look and turned to leave.
Susan didnât know what did she do wrong, but watching his cold silhouette, she couldnât help but call out, âBrandon.â
Brandon stopped in his tracks but didnât turn around.
Susan still looking at his back, asked, âYou looking for Sophia for something?â
âNothing
âYouâve seen her messages too. If itâs nothing, then donât bother her anymore, okay? Youâve both chosen to let bygones be bygones, so just leave it at that.
Brandon didnât respond.
Susan saw his deep-set side profile tighten slightly, a bit cold, but he said nothing, neither good nor bad, just walked away, his figure distant and chilly.
Susan was clueless about what Brandon was thinking and worried that her words might have blown a potential contract too, but since Sophia said she didnât want to know about Brandonâs whereabouts, she blocked any messages
that came through for Sophia.
She thought this deal was going to fall through too, but to her surprise, two days later, Kent suddenly informed her that Starlight Hotel had agreed to come on board, telling her to start preparing the contract.
The surprise was so unexpected, Susan thought she was dreaming and couldnât help but confirm with Kent over and over, âMr Crawley really greenlit this project?â
âOr what?â Kent, losing patience with the repeated confirmations, said, âYou think Iâve got nothing better to do?â
âNo, no, itâs not that I just want to double-check,â Susan quickly appeased, not wanting to annoy the big shot, and couldnât help but probe further, âDidnât Mr. Crawley say before that it needed to go through the investment department for evaluation? Did it pass the review?â
âMr. Crawley made the call himself, no need for the investment department.
âHold on.â Susan paused, âIf Mr. Crawley can make the call himself, why did we have to go through that process before?
âHow should I know?â Kent was just as confused. If Brandon could make the decision himself, why bother with the process?
âHe works in mysterious ways, Kent added, âMaybe he just didnât take a shine to you?â
He might have spoken too loudly because just as he finished, he saw Brandon glance his way from the office.
Kent sat up straight and covered the phoneâs mouthpiece, lowering his voice, âAlright, Iâve let you know. You guys get the contract ready too, grinding out the details is gonna take some elbow grease.â
âGoth; thanks, Kent. The voice on the other end was chipper as she cooed a âKent
Kent wasnât used to Susanâs saccharine tone and shuddered involuntarily.
âGotta go.â With that, Kent hung up without another word, and after the call, he couldnât help but sneak a peek at Brandon
Brandon was still looking at him, and with a nod of his chin toward the room, he motioned Kent to come in
Kent didnât know if his rambling with Susan had been overheard by Brandon or what, but he knocked on the door with trepidation
âMr. Crawley, you wanted to see me?
âYeah Brandon nodded slightly, picked up a folder from the top left corner of his desk, flipped through it, glanced at Kent. âWhoâs currently in charge of managing the Starlight Hotelâs Ephemoran branchy?â
Kent was somewhat puzzled. Isnât it Darcy?â
Darcy was the regional general manager in charge of the Ephemoran branch, personally appointed by Brandon Kent didnât understand why Brandon was asking this out of the blue
Brandon tossed the file in front of him. âIf itâs Darcy in charge, then where is he during all the important meetings and events?
Kent, taken aback, caught the file Brandon threw over. There were two reports-one was a financial statement and work report from the Ephemoran branch of Starlight Hotel, which seemed fine. The other was a more detailed report from a third-party perspective, complete with photos of work at important meetings and events
Comparing the two, Darcy was prominently in the group photos from the Ephemoran branch, always front and center. But in the unknown report. Darcy was nowhere to be found in any of the actual work scenes, whether he just happened
to be absent or wasnât there at all.
Kent didnât know where the second report came from-whether Brandon had heard something beforehand and arranged for an investigation, whether it was a whistleblower, or if someone was plotting to replace Darcy
After running through various speculations in his mind, Kent looked cautiously at Brandon: âMr. Crawley, is there a
problem with Mr. Darcy?â
âI donât know.â Brandon said, reaching for the file in Kentâs hand, flipping through it casually, then closing it and tossing it aside as he stood up. âBook me a flight to Wye City.â
Kent hesitated, âMr. Crawley, youâre going to investigate in person?â
The thought alone made Kent feel like something was off. Starlight Group was a behemoth, and although Starlight Hotel was a brand Brandon had personally brought to life, it had been on the right track for some time now. The operations were stable, growth was steady and on the rise, and Brandon had already established a comprehensive management system. There was no need for him to micromanage anymore. Even if problems cropped up, there were people on hand to supervise and investigate. Brandon didnât need to swoop in personally. On the flip side, Brandon had been focusing on expanding the architectural design business lately, and the main action was still at the headquarters in Zenitha. Thatâs where Brandon was really needed.
With this in mind, Kent couldnât help but lay it on thick, trying to persuade him, âMr. Crawley, you donât need to go there yourself. Just send someone to check it out, will ya? The company has a whole department for investigation and oversight. Mr. Twist or Mr Keith are old hands at this and totally trustworthy No need to worry. Or, if youâre not at ease. I can go on your behalf. The HQ here is swamped with work, and Ephemora is a trek. Iâm worried youâll run yourself ragged flying back and forth.â
âI have my reasons, Brandon said, paying no mind to Kentâs heartfelt advice and already refocusing on his computer, fingers dancing swiftly across the keyboard, Just book the flight!â
Kent, frowning, tried to continue persuading him, but Brandon suddenly turned his head and shot him a look that carried e silent warning of âCut the crap/ Kent was startled into alertness and belatedly remembered somethingâSophia was in Wye City too!
Suppressing his bubbling suspicions, he looked at Brandon, and their gazes accidentally met. Kent recoiled as if shocked and quickly averted his eyes, obediently responding. Alright, I get on it right awayâ