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."
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