The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 140

Don got blocked.

“No way, aren't you guys married?” He just didn't get it. “I'm the boss here, and she's just an employee. I was even bummed when she resigned. You guys were husband and wife for crying out loud, how can you be more chill about it than me?”

“Would Mr. Crawley happily sign those divorce papers if he wasn’t that chill?” Kent chimed in, with a bit of a teasing tone, and couldn’t resist sneaking a peek at Brandon.

When it was time to clock out, with Don beefing up his courage, he had no problem ribbing Brandon.

After he finished, Brandon just gave him a cool glance. “You got a problem with that?”

Kent quickly shook his head. “Nope. Just stating the facts.”

Brandon grabbed a stack of documents from the table and tossed them to Kent. “Since you’ve got so much free time, get these sorted. Summarize everyone's strengths, weaknesses, and design philosophies, and hand it to me before work tomorrow.”

Kent picked it up and saw it was a thick pile of resumes for candidates for the design director position at Star·Dempsey Architects, each accompanied by detailed introductions and design portfolios.

There were in-house recommendations from the head office and external candidates as well—quite a few of them.

To summarize their work styles, strengths, weaknesses, and design philosophies, he’d have to dive deep into each person's work before he could even start analyzing and summarizing, not to mention background checks and scouring the web to understand their past styles.

This was an all-nighter job.

Kent was speechless.

“Mr. Crawley, there's no way I can finish this in one night.” Kent tried to reason with Brandon, “I can’t be making HR calls for background checks in the middle of the night, can I?”

“Isn’t it not even midnight yet?”

Kent fell silent.

Brandon glanced at the time on his computer. “It’s eight o’clock. You still have two hours before break time. Hustle a bit, and you’ll have enough time for calls.”

Don gave Kent a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Less heart-stabbing words next time, huh? See, karma’s already here.”

“This is straight-up revenge.”

Brandon gave him another indifferent look. “Yeah, got a problem?”

Kent didn’t dare object, his mouth all puckered up not wanting to do overtime. “Boss, work’s over, and this isn’t exactly urgent.”

The most important thing was, this was a job for a junior assistant, having him on it was overkill.

“Aren't you the one who’s not in a hurry to leave? Then help your assistant out with some of their workload.”

“I’m in a hurry, super in a hurry,” Kent said as he put down the stack of resumes. “I’m off then, Mr. Crawley, you go on with your busy schedule.”

After saying that, he turned to leave, but hesitated at the door, glancing back at the stack of resumes and then at Brandon. “Mr. Crawley, are you really picking someone from there to replace Ms. Yearwood?”

Kent’s concern was the same as Don's.

He too looked at Brandon. “Yeah, the new company has just started, and besides the Zenithan-style resort project, there are no other projects. I can cover the design director position for now; we don't have to rush to find someone. Maybe Sophia got held up with something.”

Brandon looked at him. “How long can you cover? If she never comes, will you cover forever?”

Don was stumped.

“And about the Zenithan-style resort project, the start date is already set. If she doesn’t show, do we just not start?”

Don frowned. “Then why not start construction based on her plan?”

“No person, no plan.”

Don couldn’t help but exchange a look with Kent.

Kent had a helpless look on his face.

Brandon issued the marching orders. “You guys head out first.”

Worried, Don gave him another look, wanting to say more, but Kent already stepped forward to pull him. “We'll leave now. Mr. Dempsey still has a ton of work to do.”

He yanked Don out of the office.

Brandon watched the office door close, his gaze lingered on the stack of design director candidate profiles on the table, then he looked away.