Chapter 144

On Friday, the Architects officially opened for business.

Since it was Dempsey Architects’ first venture into the domestic market, they went all out with a big opening ceremony to make some noise.

The ceremony was set up in the Starlight Group’s first-floor reception hall, and the headquarters really put on quite the show.

Don, as the head honcho of the new branch, was hustling from the crack of dawn to get everything ready for the big day.

One moment he was checking the stage lighting, the next he was double-checking the guest list to avoid any unexpected hiccups.

Kent was right there with him, buzzing around like a busy bee.

By the time they wrapped up, there was less than half an hour left before the auspicious moment to kick things off.

Guests were trickling in steadily.

Don and Kent were casually greeting the newcomers while sneaking peeks at their watches and scanning the crowd, with Don asking, “Where’s your boss?”

“Probably holed up in his office.”

Kent responded in a hushed tone while smiling and nodding at guests.

Don frowned, “What’s he doing in there? Isn’t he coming down?”

Kent glanced at him and quipped, “What do you think?”

Don was momentarily thrown off, “Huh?”

Kent nudged him, “Have you picked your design director yet?”

was when it clicked for Don, and with the

Sophia the other day to see where her

she hadn’t made up

work, advising him to go ahead with someone else if the project was

issue since then, nor had he poked his nose into the backup list for the design director. Deep

right to take her sweet time until the

see if there was still a chance for a last-minute miracle.

judging by the current

resist scanning the room one more

Sophia’s familiar

phone – dead silent, not a peep.

turned to Kent, and said, “Hold down the fort. I’m

“Go ahead.”

top floor, Brandon was sitting at his desk, propping his chin up with one hand, eyes closed, recharging the batteries, looking both worn out

the window, casting a mix of shadows and light upon

his left was his phone, and to his right, the resumes of the candidates for the design director

the sight of Brandon taking a breather, a rare hint of

without sleep?” Don queried with

a look, “Got some work stuff

it really work or are you just distracting yourself

his eyes landing on the

silent phone, and looked at Don, “No word from

dejectedly, “Nope, no sign of her coming, and she’s not here.”

nodded, stood up, and grabbed the resumes, “Then it’s time to scrap the Zenithan-style project.”

said, “Pick him for the design director. He’s got skills, a couple of successful projects under his belt, and a pretty distinctive personal style.”

resumes, “We’re not out

“We’ve still got over ten minutes

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