The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 115

Don nodded, "Right."

While talking, he glanced at the design proposal and then looked back at Brandon, kinda scratching his head about what Brandon was thinking.

"She's not worth it?" Don asked nervously.

Brandon closed the design proposal, "She's worth it."

Don breathed a sigh of relief, "See, I've got a good eye when it comes to people."

Brandon's lips curled up in a half-smile as he looked at him, "People you've got your eye on?"

Thinking Brandon got the wrong end of the stick, Don quickly clarified, "The talent I've got my eye on."

"Isn't she not interested in coming over?"

"That's why I need you to step in," Don said, leaning in closer to Brandon, "There's no one you can't hold on to in this world. How about I set up a dinner and you try to sweet-talk her into it?"

Brandon tossed the closed design proposal onto the table, "I can't hold on to her."

"How do you know it won't work if you haven't even tried?" Don leaned in to grab the design proposal from the table, "The mighty Starlight Group personally inviting her to be the design director of a subsidiary? That's a huge sign of respect. Who wouldn't be tempted by that?"

Brandon's lips twitched again, the arc shallow, but Don saw it—a clear hint of scoffing.

"No?" Don didn't get it, couldn't figure out where he went wrong.

Brandon didn't clear up his confusion, just looked at him, "You told her about the subsidiary, right? The one set up in partnership with the Starlight Group."

Don nodded again, "Yeah."

Then he saw Brandon's lips curl up in that faint, mocking smile once more.

Don puzzled, "What's the problem?"

"No problem."

Brandon stood up, "What time did you set up the meeting with her?"

"What time works for you?"

"I'm easy."

Don was taken aback. "I'm easy" meant that the time was up to the designer. Brandon, usually so strict with time management, was actually willing to accommodate a designer's schedule?

"You really like this proposal?" That was the only possibility Don could think of. Brandon, like him, valued talent.

Brandon gave him a look, "Did I say that?"

"You're willing to accommodate the designer's time, isn't that the same thing?"

"My 'I'm easy' means, let's see if you can even get the meeting scheduled."

Don was speechless.

Brandon had already picked up the documents on the table, "Just let me know when it's all set."

With that, he was gone.

Don didn't follow. There was no one he couldn't get a meeting with; Brandon's demeanor and actions were clearly very pleased.

Leaving Brandon's office, Don couldn't wait to call Sophia, "The client approved the design proposal. Everyone's happy with it."

Sophia was at the hospital, about to pick up Haley, and surprisingly happy at the news, "Really?"

"For real, why would I lie?" Don was already walking out, "There might be some tweaks needed to the proposal. Are you free tonight? How about dinner with the client to discuss it face-to-face?"

Sophia glanced at the time, "Sure, what time?"

"Whenever works for you. The client is very enthusiastic."

"How about six in the evening?"

"Works for me."