The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 609

President Poe actually rang Sophia up not long after, breaking the news to her that Brandon had given his thumbs-up to use her design.

Clearly over the moon about the outcome, President Poe was all chirpy on the phone, reminding Sophia to keep the lines open with Brandon and to put a fine polish on her work.

"I will, thanks a bunch, President Poe," compared to President Poe's buzz, Sophia was way more chill.

"By the by, the school's about to throw this massive centennial bash in the next few days. If it's cool with you, Ms. Bright, would you like to swing by as a guest?" President Poe invited with a chuckle.

"Thanks for the invite, President Poe, but I'm not exactly an alum, and the science museum isn't even a thing yet. Even the drafts for the design aren't set in stone. I haven't really contributed anything to the school, so crashing the party now might not be the best move."

Sophia gracefully declined President Poe's offer, feeling like her current ties to the school didn't quite cut it to be a guest of honor at such a big event.

President Poe got where she was coming from. The invite was more of a casual drop, and he wasn't expecting a yes anyway, so he laughed it off, "No sweat. You're always welcome to drop by and check out the school when you've got a sec."

"Sure thing, thanks again, President Poe."

It was a polite thank you, as usual. After hanging up, Sophia got down to brass tacks, mulling over the tweaks for her design.

there were so many hopes and expectations pinned on this design, the pressure felt heavier than

churning out drafts but not loving any of them, always sensing something was missing

be itching to break free in her mind, but whenever she picked

felt compelled to shoot Brandon a message, "Hey Mr. Crawley, got any specific requests for the cultural gallery? Like the structure, style, purpose, or should I

stumped by

lack of a place to call home back then; he just knew she often spent her weekends flying solo in the

books, with no place

cash to buy books,

couple of times at the bookstore. The

the school had a library, it wasn't open on weekends, and the place was old-school, with no spots for studying or reading. The school's study rooms and classrooms were also locked

school had a cultural gallery that was open on weekends where one

he had no clue about her home situation and took her words

of her situation

out exactly what kind of cultural gallery she wanted, just

the day, she was content with just having a place to land, regardless of whether

to Sophia, "As long as it meets the needs