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.

so many hopes and expectations pinned on this design, the pressure

loving any of them, always sensing something was missing

she picked up her pen, the end result was

compelled to shoot Brandon a message, "Hey Mr. Crawley, got any specific

stumped

was Sophia's brainchild. He didn't know about her lack of a place to call home back then; he just knew she often spent her weekends flying solo in the bookstore near the

selling books, with no place to sit or chill and read.

cash to buy books, she felt awkward hanging out there for

a couple of times at the bookstore. The idea of a cultural gallery came up during a casual

it wasn't open on weekends, and the place was old-school, with no spots for studying or reading.

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

back then, he had no clue about

at that time of her situation at home, only thinking she just

cultural

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

Sophia, "As long as it meets the needs I mentioned, where you can read, study, and relax, that's