Chapter 7

Brandon was in the middle of a meeting with his phone lying next to him. When he heard the ping of a notification, he glanced over and caught a glimpse of a text from Patricia, pausing for a beat.

Kent, who was presenting at the time, was pretty sharp at reading the room. He paused mid-sentence, his eyes couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Brandon’s phone, only catching the name “Sophia” before Brandon smoothly flipped the phone face down on the table and looked up at him.

Kent got the jitters, thinking Brandon was about to chew him out, but all he got was a cool, detached glance, “Carry on!”

Kent hesitated, then nodded and tried to wrap up the design presentation, but as soon as he finished, Brandon’s face scrunched up in displeasure.

“Who greenlit this trashy proposal?” he asked, his voice was calm but it cranked up the tension in the already tight meeting room to eleven.

Kent was caught like a deer in headlights, glancing at Brandon and biting back his words.

Brandon’s gaze swept over the others in the room.

One by one, they all bowed their heads, feigning deep thought, scared stiff of locking eyes with Brandon and getting called out.

“Nobody has an answer? Brandon probed.

Silence Everyone clammed up.

Help-me looks were sneakily cast towards Kent.

Kent, Brandon’s right-hand man and the company’s VP, was always the one to take the heat, especially lately.

Even the slowest folks had picked up on Brandon’s off vibes. He wasn’t snappy or nitpicky, just inexplicably brought a chill to the room, with a laser focus on work that could freeze them.

And the kicker? He seemed to be on another planet half the time, like he was hit with a bout of amnesia.

With all eyes on him, Kent felt the heat. He could normally handle the blowback, but this time, could he really?

Kent tried to make himself small, hoping to slide under Brandon’s radar, but no dice. Brandon’s gaze followed the crowd’s and landed on him.

“Since everyone’s looking at you, why don’t you speak for the team, Kent? Brandon said, glancing at the Ephemoran architecture design on the big screen behind him, Who greenlit this trash?”

Kent was speechless.

Man, they were all throwing him under the bus

Brandon’s gaze held on Kent. “Kent?”

Kent, taking a deep breath, looked back at Brandon I, I don’t know.”

have the

then

pretending to be deep

thoughts? Brandon called

lobbed the question back at him. “Kent’s in charge of this project Brandon’s

who were all busy pretending to take notes, then hesitantly

on

“Mr. Crawley, It was you who approved

night,” he added, barely above

went dead

Brandon and caught a

the design on the screen behind

closely, ventured. “Mr. Crawley, you’ve seemed

back to neutral, “Sorry, my oversight. Redo the design

that, Brandon grabbed his phone from the table

room door closed,

gave Kent

“Warrior.”

toss me to the wolves when it counts. Not

you who

We’ll

and responded, easing back into comfort, but still puzzled “Is something up with Mr. Crawley?

that too. He’s been

feel the same. He’s never been like this. Did

gossip-hungry gazes once again unanimously

nothing. What could be up with Mr. Crawley? Kent smoothly diverted the topic, “With his passion for

have off days and zone out once

wrapping up the meeting and bantering with the

Brandon’s, shared with a few other assistants. They were all casually discussing work until Brandon walked by, prompting everyone to straighten up, sit stiffly, and not make a peep, but they relaxed as soon as Kent came in, each

few heads with the documents

a bit afraid of Brandon,

for keeping his cool. He was a workaholic but didn’t expect the same from his employees. He was considerate, offered

his eyes drifting

his office chair, tossing his phone onto the desk

figured it had something to do with that “Sophia” he had accidentally glimpsed

this soft, slow voice that

up by him, so yeah, he

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it quits,

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