Chapter 87
Sylvia had a chance to peep Sophiaâs resume, so even though they were classmates, she was now playing second fiddle to Sophia at the company. But she was not the least bit green with envy actually, she was all admiration.
Back when they were in the same class, Sylvia didnât pay much attention to Sophia.
To her, Sophia was just this gentle and quiet Zenithan babe â all clean vibes, not much of a chatterbox, always front row in class, super focused, not the type to mingle much with classmates. Sylviaâs jaw dropped when Sophiaâs design homework was paraded by the teacher as a prime example. Later on, after joining Dempsey Architects, Sylvia caught a glimpse of Sophiaâs portfolio through Don, and thatâs when she started to really look up to her, hanging around Sophia more and more during classes and work.
Sophia was fond of this overly enthusiastic foreign classmate, but sheâs a bit of a cool cucumber, not big on social butterflies, so she couldnât match Sylviaâs warmth with the same fire.
She swung by today for a company meeting.
Dempsey Architects recently landed a big fish from back home- a commercial project. That was why they called Sophia in specially.
Don was clearly putting a lot of stock in this project.
At the meeting, Don made a big deal about it â a huge traditionalâstyle resort with an ancient vibe, hoping to mash up entertainment, leisure, hotels, food, tourism, and classic culture all into one, aiming for an immersive experience
Sophiaâs design style leaned towards the traditional aesthetic, so as soon as Don wrapped up the intro, his gaze slid over to Sophia. âSophia, think you can give it a whirl?â
Sophia was definitely tempted by the project â sheâs got a soft spot for that traditional style but never had the chance to dive into this genre. The catch was that the work location was in Zion City, known for its ancient city brand, not too far from the West district, and she wasnât keen on heading back that way.
Sophia furrowed her brows, looking at Don, âCan I just handle the online coordination? I can whip up the design plans and maybe pop over to the site occasionally to check on construction, but Iâm not down for a permanent stay in Zion City. Is that cool?â
Sophia explained gently, thinking Don might be in a pickle, but to her surprise, Don nodded without missing a beat. âOf course. Weâre mainly after the design. Iâll have someone else on the team keep an eye on the construction.â
This had become the norm in the year of collaboration between him and Sophia.
Don totally got where Sophia was coming from â she still had her studies and classes, unlike a fullâtime working Joe like him.
Sophiaâs graduation ceremony was just a couple of days away, and sheâd officially be done with school, free to follow up on the project. But Don didnât want to press her scared stiff of sending her packing.
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For him, holding onto talent was priority number one, and besides, this resort project was a favor from an old buddy easier to negotiate.
Don agreed so breezily, and Sophia was just as quick to take the plunge. âAlright, Iâll give it a shot.â
The Starlight Group
Kent followed Brandon out of the meeting room postâhuddle,
had a frosty expression, and the chill vibes around him had the rest of the office fealing the frostbite fore he got close everyone burled in their computere, pretending to be deep in work.
Chummiw with Kant threw him e Whats the sopop
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fist, signaling to zip it. Brandon suddenly turned his head, his eyes sweeping over Kent and the nosy colleague, both stiffening up, the latter quickly snapping his gaze back to his desk, pretending to study the plans. Kent straightened up, keeping his face a cool, collected kind of serious.
Brandon didnât bother with the small talk, slamming the documents on his desk as he spun around to face him. âWho greenlit Patriciaâs traditional resort project?â
âThe chairman approved it personally,â Kent replied cautiously, sneaking a glance at the documents Brandon had tossed down.
The chairman, Brandonâs dad, still carried the title but had pretty much no real power in the company. Back in the day, Brandonâs grandpa didnât pass the reins to him but handed them directly to Brandon, fresh out of college.
Over the years, although Daniel had the chairmanâs title, the real shotâcaller at the company was Brandon.
âWhen did he approve it?â Brandon asked, eyes on Kent.
âItâs been a while.â Kent answered carefully, âThe chairman set up a travel and resort company for his wife at the start of the year and kicked off this traditional resort project for her. All the approvals went through, and he assigned the project to Don, asking them to chip in with the design.â
The project was part of the groupâs plans for the year, still under evaluation. But Daniel, recently charmed by whatever sweet nothings Patricia had poured into his ear, handed over the project to her without a peep, keeping Brandon in the dark, planning to ask for forgiveness rather than permission. Brandon only caught wind of it during todayâs meeting, and although he didnât blow his top right there, it was clear he was none too pleased
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Don didnât quite grasp why Brandon was miffed after all, the project was on track, and it was Danielâs baby. Now, even though it was nominally under Patriciaâs wing, it was clear to anyone with half a brain that it was just Danielâs way of playing nice with his wife, keeping the real control in his own hands. It was just a title for Patricia, nothing more.
âPatricia canât be meddling in company affairs, Brandon stated, looking at him.
Kent was taken aback.
Brandon already had his orders. âKeep an eye on this project, and report any issues ASAP. It might not be a company flagship, but the outcome affects our reputation.â
the spot. âGot it.â
Kent nodded on the spot. âGot it.â
*Go ahead and step out,â Brandon said, swiveling around, pausing ever so slightly when his gaze swept over the calendar on the desk.
Kent, puzzled, looked at Brandon and noticed his eyes lingering on the calendar, seemingly zoning out.
This had become the new norm for Brandon over the past couple of years.
He was grinding at work harder than before, practically living at the office around the clock, but he had also become more reclusive and silent. Work had pretty much consumed his life, but in the rare moments of downtime, Kent noticed that Brandon was zoning out more often and for longer periods, just like now, his inadvertently freezing on something before getting lost in a vacant daze.
Kent had a hunch about what the issue might be, but he didnât dare bring it up or ask.
Now seeing Brandon staring blankly at the date circled in red on the calendar, June 30th, Kent was momentarily baffled and couldnât help but glance over at Brandon. âMr. Crawley, whatâs up?â
Brandonâs gaze snapped back itâs nothing.
Go ahead. Til sit this one out, Brandon said, settling down at his desk,
nodded, and as he closed the door behind him, he couldnât help but cast another worded glance at.
gaze
Brandonâs eyes were once again fixed on the June 30th circled on the calendar, motionless.
June 30th was the day Sophia graduated.