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Don was momentarily taken aback before nodding in agreement, âYeah, right. Just inked the deal a few days. ago. Theyâre aiming to whip up a brand series similar to the old âStarlight Hotel, focusing on traditionalâstyle resort villages. But the bigwigs at HQ shot down the proposal, so theyâre looking to get the ball rolling under the name of a separate subsidiary, and theyâve dumped the task on my plate.â
Then, looking puzzled at Brandon, âDidnât they give you a headsâup? From what your dad said, it seemed like you were on board with this project.â
âI was out of the loop on this one,â Brandon replied, âThe traditionalâthemed park is part of the companyâs big plans for the year, but itâs still being vetted. Patriciaâs been itching to climb the corporate ladder, desperate for à win thatâll get her nods from the board and the shareholders. I guess my
us trying to tee this up as a feather in her cap, so he went behind my back and shuffled the project off to a subsidiaryâ
Don was surprised, âI thought your mom was all about living the highâsociety life â tea time, beauty treatments, shopping sprees, and just soaking up the rich wife vibes. Whatâs got her suddenly acting all career-driven?â
Then, looking back at Brandon, âWhat did you do to light a fire under her?â
With a glance, Brandon retorted, âWhat could I have possibly done to her?â
Don had no idea, nor could he guess. Although Brandon wasnât Patriciaâs biological son, and their relationship hadnât been the warmest over the years, they had appeared to maintain a harmonious motherâson facade. Don had assumed Patricia was solely focused on cementing her socialite status, never imagining sheâd reach into the company affairs.
âSo, whatâs your game plan now?â Don asked, âGonna put a pin in the project? The lead designer for this one is a real gem â crazy talented with a distinct personal style. Could be just the ticket to skyrocket Patriciaâs brand
to fame.â
Brandon fixed his gaze on him, âWhatâs the designerâs back story? Any successful projects?â
Don replied, âSheâs pretty fresh out of grad school, just got her degree this year, but from a topânotch university -the School of Architecture next door.
Brandonâs brow furrowed slightly next door meant Apex Engineering University.
âThatâs the one youâre thinking of, Don said. âSheâs a newbie, sure, but she racked up some solid project experience working with her professors during her student days.
Brandon inquired, âLike what?â
After Don listed a few examples, Brandon gave him a look, âNone of these projects have anything to do with traditional themes, and the personâs been studying here, leaning more towards exotic design styles.â
He paused, turning to Don, âIs your company running out of people or what? Iâm not dismissing the idea of a wunderkind right out of college,â Brandon said slowly, âbut her project experience doesnât really align with what weâre looking for. Plus, if she only had a brief stint on preliminary drafts under a professor, a decent one would give credit to the whole team, which doesnât really say much.â
Don found himself at a loss for words.
Brandonâs concerns werenât unfounded. If it were anyone else, he might not have been convinced, but having seen Sophiaâs work himself, Don didnât believe he was mistaken about her potential.
I think you should wait and see her design proposal. Iâm confident it wonât disappoint.â Don said with a sure tone.
Brandon gave him a look, âIf the proposal doesnât cut it, Iâll axe it right away. This project might have been handed to you by my dad and Patricia, but Iâm not about to let them run amoky Brandon added. âWeâre talking
bout the Starlight Groupâs brand reputation here.â
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âI get it, youâre the one who calls the shots,â Don caught on in a flash, âChill, man. Our relationship of over twenty years ainât just for show. Even if Iâm out to make a buck, I wouldnât do it by stabbing you in the back, right?â
âThanks,â Brandonâs gratitude was still calm and to the point.
Don chuckled, âDonât be so formal with me.â
âBut thereâs something I might need to bug you about,â Don said, a bit sheepishly despite his earlier nonchalance.
It wasnât a big deal, really. He was planning on shifting the focus of his architectural firm back home. Heâd spent years overseas, but his roots were still in his motherland, and heâd always had the idea of developing his business there. His firm was still in its early stages in recent years and not quite stable, so he wanted to solidify the market here first before slowly transitioning the core business back home.
However, starting from scratch with Dempsey Architects in Zenitha wasnât appealing to Don. He didnât want to spend too much energy on the initial phase, so he was considering riding the coattails of âthe Starlight Groupâ by establishing a joint subsidiary with them through Dempsey Architects,
Dempsey Architects would leverage the Starlight Groupâs brand impact to grow, while the Starlight Group would enjoy a slice of the profits. But when it came to control, considering the complex inner workings of the Starlight Group, Don hoped the joint venture would remain financially independent, with Brandon joining as an individual and having equal control with him.
Listening to Don stumble through his explanation, Brandon laughed softly, âI thought it was something. serious.â
âI agree,â he said succinctly.
Those two words had Don grinning from ear to ear, his mood instantly lifted as he glanced at the time in the topâright corner of his computer screen and casually shut it down.
âLetâs go grab a bite. Weâve missed the dinnertime.â
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As he spoke, he was already grabbing his suit jacket from the coat rack, not forgetting to turn back and tell Brandon, âThereâs this traditional restaurant at the nearby mall thatâs topânotch authentic West district flavors. A lot of our Zenitha staff are regulars there. Iâll take you to check it out.â
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Brandon just nodded, not bothering to remind him that as someone whoâd just come from the West district, he wasnât exactly craving West district cuisine.
On their way out, they had to pass through the office area.
Brandon cast a customary glance at the workspace.
The office area wasnât huge, but the lights were still on, with a few people scattered around, burning the midnight oil.
Don couldnât help but glance over at the office area, where Sylvia was at the printer, churning out documents. When she caught sight of Don looking like he was about to split, she quickly called out, âDon, you heading out? Sophia was just saying she wanted to run some creative ideas by you.â
Don took another peek at the office space. âWhereâs she at?â
âShe just took a call, seemed like she stepped out for a sec, but she said sheâd be right back.â
As Sylvia spoke, she fished out her cell phone. âLet me give her a buzz and check.
Don nodded. Yeah, see whatâs up
Brandon looked at Don: âI hang in the car for you.â
Don Rashed an OKC sign. Just give me a few
nodded and took off
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Sylvia had just finished the call and looked up at Don. âSophiaâs already downstairs, she said sheâs on her way
Don nodded. âCoolâ
The moment Sylvia hung up, Sophia hustled back to the company.
Donâs company had snagged some space in an office tower, way up on the thirtiethâsomething floor. It was quitting time, so the joint was buzzing with folks.
Sophia had barely reached the lobby when the elevator dinged open and a swarm of people poured out.
She instinctively scanned the crowd and when Brandonâs tall, straight figure caught her eye, her steps suddenly froze.
There stood Brandon, his handsome face the epitome of calm, not looking outward but keeping his gaze low, moving with the crowd. As his eyes shifted her way, Sophiaâs body reacted before her brain, spinning around to hide behind the wall to her left..
Just as Brandon looked up, his normally stoic eyes flashed, and he muscled through the crowd, in hot pursuit.
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