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.

hopes and expectations pinned on this design, the pressure

not loving any of them,

break free in her mind, but whenever she picked up her pen, the end result was

a message, "Hey Mr. Crawley, got any specific requests for the cultural gallery? Like the

stumped by the

cultural gallery was Sophia's brainchild. He didn't know about her lack of a place to call home back then; he just

about selling books, with no place to sit or chill and

books, she felt awkward hanging out there for

times at the bookstore. The

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

would be cool if the school had a cultural gallery that was open on weekends where one could read,

then, he had no clue about her home

of her situation at home, only thinking she just

of cultural gallery she wanted, just talked about

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

Brandon texted back to Sophia, "As long as it meets the needs I mentioned, where you