The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 63

Don had no clue whether Martin was off to see Brandon or not. The guy was driving like a bat out of hell, and by the time he hit the road, the taxi was nowhere in sight.

He

rang

Martin up, but Martin just brushed him off with a “Don’t worry about me” and hung up.

Don couldn’t for the life of him figure out what Martin was playing at, or what was going on between him and Brandon. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed compared to those two, but he had a sneaking suspicion they were keeping him in the dark about something. Not wanting to stick his nose where it wasn’t wanted, Don mulled it over and decided to give Brandon a buzz. “Hey, I couldn’t catch Martin. He hailed a cab and took off saying he had some stuff to do. Not sure if he’s heading your way or what.”

Brandon was at the Starlight Hotel’s HQ in Ephemora, and he paused mid-stride when he heard the news, but didn’t make a big deal out

of it.

“Got it,” he responded coolly. “If he shows up, I’ll give you a shout.”

“Are you guys keeping something from me?” Don wasn’t one to beat around the bush and asked point-blank.

Brandon didn’t sugarcoat it. “He’s coming over to confirm Yolanda’s identity.”

“Huh? No, I mean, if that’s the case, why the heck are you stopping him?” Don didn’t get it. If it was about confirming identity, just arrange for Marian and Martin to meet up, get on the same page, and go for a paternity test. No biggie.

“Let’s talk about it later.” Brandon let out a sigh, glancing at the hotel, “I’m a bit tied up right now, gotta hang up.”

After he ended the call, Brandon hesitated, remembering Martin had left on his own. The phone spun in his hand as he weighed his options-deal with business first or sort out personal matters.

Just then, a young girl with an HR vibe stepped out of the office and spotted Brandon by the elevator. She approached with a smile. “Hello, you must be Mr. Keith, here for the operations director position?”

She reached out her hand while she spoke. “Hi, I’m Crystal from HR.”

Brandon locked eyes with her but didn’t respond.

Unfazed, Crystal swiped open the glass door, welcoming warmly, “Come on in. Mr. Darcy has already briefed us about you several times, emphasizing that we should treat you well.”

At the mention of “Mr. Darcy,” Brandon’s expression shifted, and he nodded, “Thanks for the trouble.”

He followed her into the company.

The office was a high-rise leased for its panoramic river views and glass-walled divisions, clean and upscale.

Brandon had only been here a few times during the subsidiary setup. Once he took over the group’s operations, his workload soared, and hotel management was delegated, so he hadn’t been back in years.

It had been so long that most of the staff was new, and nobody recognized him.

He was a low-key guy. The company profiles and financial interviews never featured his photo, and aside from the execs he dealt with, hardly anyone knew him.

was a beehive of

passage with HR caused a minor stir, his striking figure and cool demeanor instantly capturing attention.

because he was with HR, no one mistook him for

the office. His inherent authority silenced the

with a smile, “They’re just young girls getting excited over a

acknowledgment and followed Crystal into the meeting

the resume in her hand and said, “So, Mr. Keith, Mr. Darcy has made it clear to us that your background more than qualifies you for our hotel’s operations director position, and the company would be happy to have you. But, as you know,

resume in her hand. “Could I take a look at that?

finish, Crystal handed him the resume, “Of course, no problem.”

document labeled “Keith,” age 30, a master’s degree from

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mill, with an unrelated major and barely relevant work experience capped at a receptionist position, with exactly four years under his belt-a resume that, from education

asked, “If this has to go through

we’ve called

cry

from the

no one was around, she leaned in and handed Brandon another resume, lowering her voice, “This is the polished resume Mr. Darcy asked us to give you. It wasn’t safe to send

his studies, and post-graduation, he jumped straight into one of the world’s top ten hotels, skyrocketing its expansion abroad – turning it into a hot commodity with a full house every night. Taking a gig at the Starlight Hotel seemed like a

chuckled and nudged him, “You brought this resume, so make sure to keep it close

signaling him

her, “Is this how Mr. Darcy usually hooks people up with

a talent Mr. Darcy has his eye

a smile that didn’t quite

his gaze drifting through the shiny glass walls, lingering on the sign that

Darcy stepped out. Didn’t

voice low but with an undeniable air of authority, “Where did he go?”

voice softened involuntarily, “He

as she sized

just calmly asked, “When

smile, “Pass the interview today, send the resume to HQ, and once HR gives the green

here and Mr. Darcy give the nod, it’s

no sweat.”

the hassle.” Brandon stood up, “I’ll head

Darcy wanted you to stick around for

if there’s anything.” Brandon

to help open the conference room door, adding with a smile, “You go on with your business, and I’ll

I guess I’ll be seeing you at the company on Monday, right?”

colleagues overheard the “welcome you to the company,” and couldn’t help but buzz with excitement,

he avoided public appearances unless necessary. At the Starlight Group HQ, he had his own private elevator to dodge any

the office girls were all aflutter – a good-looking, accomplished guy turns heads wherever he goes.

Brandon’s resume wasn’t