The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 121

Sophia was left speechless, thrown off balance by his relentless argument. She felt like she'd lost the plot and without realizing it, her confidence took a nosedive.

But Brandon was still on the offensive, "Sophia, you've crashed and burned under my watch five times already. Are you really willing to gamble your future on a sixth?"

Sophia managed a forced smile, "That's a pretty bleak way to put it."

"What's there to be bleak about? You're over it anyway, right? To you, I'm just another Joe Blow, no different from any Tom, Dick, or Harry on the street. Doesn't that make it easier for you to focus on your career?"

Sophia pretended not to catch the sarcasm in his voice and kept her lips tightly sealed.

Brandon then sat back, stretched his long arm behind his seat, pulled out a contract and a pen, and handed them to her, "Sign this."

Sophia glanced at it. It was the same contract he had shoved into her hands at the restaurant, just a fresh copy, probably one of several he had printed out.

Sophia didn’t reach out to take it.

"I need more time to think about it."

Brandon turned to look at her, "How much more time?"

Sophia didn't know. Her emotions had been a rollercoaster today, and she hadn't had a moment to stop and think it all through.

"I can only give you a week and a half."

"The new company launches next Friday. If you're not there, consider it a forfeit," Brandon said as he thrust the contract into her hands. "If you don’t show, I’ll replace you on the Zenithan-style resort project. I’d rather ditch the plan than have to bring someone new on board halfway through."

Without waiting for her to respond, he started the car again, "I'll drop you back at the hotel."

After dropping Sophia off at the hotel and just as he got back into his car, Don called.

"How are you two doing?" Don sounded worried on the phone, "Everything okay?"

"It's fine."

"And the designer, I mean Sophia." Don corrected himself, "How's she holding up? Is she feeling better?"

"She's fine."

Don said, "What about the project? Is she taking it? And the position of head designer?"

"I don't know."

Don didn't know what to say.

"Let's wait until next Friday," Brandon said, "If she shows, she stays on. If not, we find someone else."

"Come on," Don tried to persuade him, "It would be such a waste if she quit."

Brandon said, "What else can I say? Didn’t you see your star designer is ready to pay up just to avoid me?"

Don was at a loss for words, "Alright, I'll figure something else out."

As he was about to hang up, Brandon cut in, "How long has Sophia been at your firm?"

"A year."

Brandon said, "Anything out of the ordinary?"

Don was puzzled by the question, "What could be out of the ordinary for a girl? Just the usual work, off work, attending classes, you know."

Then, remembering how Brandon had grilled Sophia at the restaurant about whether the child was still there, Don hesitated, "You're not suspecting she had a kid behind your back, are you? That's not likely. I met her the first time you came to Wye City, and she hasn't changed much over the year. She hasn’t gained weight, and there’s been no talk of a child. Plus, her classmate works with us and has never mentioned anything," Don analyzed earnestly.

"Give me her classmate's number."

"Huh?"

"I need to talk to her."

"Okay, I'll let her know first," Don hung up with Brandon and called Sylvia to explain the situation before passing her number to Brandon.

Brandon was still in his car downstairs at the hotel.