Chapter 97

Brandon didn’t

Chapter 97

Brandon didn’t realize until the next morning that Sophia’s number was a dead end.

With a flight home scheduled for the afternoon, he wanted to grab a bite with Sophia before taking off, but when he dialed her up, he was greeted with the “the number you have dialed is switched off” message.

At first, Brandon held onto a sliver of hope, guessing she might be tied up in a meeting.

But when he rang her up again in the afternoon and got the same disconnected tune, he got the picture–Sophia had probably changed her digits.

He even made a detour to that cozy little pad Sophia had taken him to the night before, only to find the real estate agent busy snapping pics and showing the place around.

The place was clearly tidied up, the design drafts on the table nearly all gone, though the books and other stuff were still kicking around.

The master bedroom’s main luggage was obviously packed up and out the door.

Brandon shot a glance at the busy agent. “What happened to the last tenant?”

“She checked out this morning,” the agent replied in passing. “The place is up for grabs now. You looking to rent?”

Then, worried that Brandon might snub the not–so–spick–and–span state of the digs, the agent quickly added, “Don’t sweat it, we’ll have the place spick and span before you move in. The previous tenant paid us to get it all shipshape. If you’re in a rush, we can have it ready today.”

“No thanks,” replied Brandon, his voice flat, giving the room a final once–over before heading out.

The agent was left scratching his head at Brandon’s cold exit.

Back in his car, Brandon fished out his cell and chuckled as he stared at the number Sophia had just added the night before.

Classic Sophia.

She always knew how to leave with the softest touch, yet make the cleanest break.

As the smile faded, Brandon’s face turned stone-cold, and he deleted the number, tossed the phone aside, and pulled away, the car quickly rolling out.

He didn’t linger in Wye City, heading straight for the airport.

While going through security, Don buzzed him up. Hearing airport announcements in the background, Don blurted out in surprise, “You’re at the airport?”

Yep, Brandon replied, short and sweet, grabbing his coat from the scanner and walking towards the exit.

“Why the sudden takeoff?” Don asked, puzzled, “I was hoping to chat with you about setting up a joint venture today

Just email me the proposal,” Brandon said, still sounding distant, “I’ll have someone look into it.”

“Sure thing. I’ll send it your way,” Don agreed, wrapping up the business talk before slipping back into personal territory, “Why the rush to leave?”

Busy with company stuff, Brandon wasn’t in the mood to chat, “Gotta go.

He hung up before Don could respond.

off, frowned in confusion. He knew Brandon wasn’t one to open up. He’d always the type to deal with things

no chance of

Chapter 97

joint venture proposal he’d prepped earlier, along with a message on

back a straightforward reply. [I’m fine.]

The voice over the phone didn’t sound fine, but with Brandon tight–lipped as

when you can, and we’ll tweak

it over] Brandon

later, Brandon replied, [Let’s roll with

message. “The Starlight Group has office space ready to go, no

in excitement, throwing up a “ye” sign. Just then, Sophia

to salvage some

but shoot a resentful glance at the door, cursing whoever left it open and let his boss vibe just fly out

because Sophia always seemed so calm and collected, Don

by you last night, but something came up at home and I couldn’t make it. So, I wanted to discuss it

over the new creative concept.

“Looks good. Go ahead and design it with this concept

pen, “I

a look and nodded,

to leave with the marked–up proposal, Don stopped

around, puzzled.

earlier, Don coughed lightly. “So, here’s the thing. Our business in Ephemora is pretty stable now, and I’m thinking about

“the Starlight Group,”

Zenitha, a way to make some noise. You’ve just graduated

with a hint of regret, “That might be

If you’ve got Starlight Group on your resume, plus the title of Head Designer, whether you wanna keep climbing the ladder. here, transfer to the mothership, or jump ship, It’s gonna be a massive boost for your future. Personally, I

up, Don added. “If you’re worried about settling in,

next morning that Sophia’s number

a bite with Sophia before taking off, but when he dialed her up, he was greeted with the “the number you have dialed is

sliver of hope, guessing she might be tied up in

rang her up again in the afternoon and got the same disconnected tune, he

little pad Sophia had taken him to the night before, only to find the real estate agent busy snapping pics

tidied up, the design drafts on the table nearly all gone, though the books

was obviously packed up

at the busy agent. “What happened

replied in passing. “The

sweat it, we’ll have the place spick and span before you move in. The

replied Brandon, his voice flat, giving the room

left scratching his head at Brandon’s cold exit.

his car, Brandon fished out his cell and chuckled as he stared at the number Sophia

Classic Sophia.

with the softest touch, yet make the cleanest break.

the smile faded, Brandon’s face turned stone-cold, and he deleted the number, tossed the phone aside, and

in Wye City, heading straight for the airport.

him up. Hearing airport announcements in the

and sweet, grabbing his coat from the scanner and walking towards

sudden takeoff?” Don asked, puzzled, “I was hoping to chat with

email me the proposal,” Brandon said, still sounding distant, “I’ll have someone look into it.”

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