The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel 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?"

That was when it clicked for Don, and with the realization came a headache.

He had texted Sophia the other day to see where her head was at, and she had texted back right away.

Just as he suspected, she hadn't made up her mind yet.

But she didn't want to hold up their work, advising him to go ahead with someone else if the project was urgent or if the office was swamped, no need to wait on her.

Don hadn't pressed the issue since then, nor had he poked his nose into the backup list for the design director. Deep down, he was still holding out hope for a last-minute surprise on opening day.

The deadline was set by Brandon, and Sophia had every right to take her sweet time until the final second.

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

But judging by the current situation.

Don checked his watch again and couldn't resist scanning the room one more time.

The place was buzzing, but Sophia's familiar face was nowhere to be seen.

He glanced at his phone - dead silent, not a peep.

Don let out a sigh, turned to Kent, and said, "Hold down the fort. I'm going upstairs."

Kent nodded, "Go ahead."

With that, he grabbed his phone off the desk and headed for the door.

Don watched Brandon's retreating figure, upright and austere, his profile steady and determined, his expression cold and almost without emotion, leaving no room for second-guessing.

Don sighed deeply, his enthusiasm dampened, and followed him out.

When the two of them reached the opening hall downstairs, most guests had already arrived, mingling in small groups, the place alive with excitement and festivity.

The emcee was already on stage, doing mic checks, prepping for the opening.

As the big shots of the new company, Brandon and Don were seated in the front row.

As Brandon made his way to his seat, the guests who spotted him came up with warm greetings.

Brandon just nodded politely in response and then sat down, stone-faced.

His chilly demeanor left the greeting guests feeling a bit puzzled and uneasy.

Quick on the draw, Don came up with a smile to smooth things over.

Kent also swooped in with a grinning face to play peacemaker, and after calming the waters, he couldn't help but whisper to Don, "What's up?"

All he got in return was Don's helpless shake of the head and sigh.

After his sigh, Don couldn't help but cast one more hopeful glance towards the entrance.

Still no sign of her.