Daniel was long used to Kent's attitude.
Whatever musings Daniel had, Kent responded to them with respect and politeness—that was about it.
Kent was squarely in Brandon's corner.
Knowing that Brandon despised him, he no longer took the initiative to update Daniel on Brandon's status.
If Daniel asked something, Kent would politely drop a line like, "Mr. Crawley is fine," or "Mr. Crawley is doing well," or "Mr. Crawley has his reasons"—pretty much noncommittal stuff that didn't reveal much. If Daniel didn't ask, Kent wouldn't make a peep.
Daniel had gone from initially fuming and blowing his top to now just rolling with it.
He didn't press for details and was pretty much in the dark about the company and Brandon's situation.
He didn't trust Brandon to leave the company in Kent's hands; thus, he had to take matters into his own hands.
Kent, of course, knew what was going on in Daniel's head. Without a peep from Brandon, he just played along with Daniel.
"Brandon didn't show up at the office again today, did he?"
Daniel asked once more.
"He did."
Kent replied.
Daniel was a bit taken aback: "Where is he? In his office?"
He got up, thinking about checking out Brandon's office for himself.
Since Sophia's incident, he hadn't seen Brandon.
Even though Brandon didn't bother about Daniel showing up at the company anymore, his office was strictly off-limits to Daniel whenever he was there.
"Mr. Crawley isn't in the office."
Kent promptly stopped him.
Sure enough, Daniel halted and turned to look at Kent: "Then where is he?"
"I don't know."
Kent admitted candidly, "I only saw Mr. Crawley briefly in the top-floor lobby, then he vanished."
And that was the plain truth.
Daniel's brow furrowed, and just as he hesitated about whether to go out and search, Kent had already moved to the podium, and the meeting officially began.
Daniel, uneasy about Brandon leaving all the company's business to Kent, hesitated for a moment but eventually chose to stay in the meeting room.
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It was then that Brandon noticed there were others in the rest area, and he turned to smile and greet the woman behind Sophia, "Mrs. Bishop."
"I heard from Lynn you've been busy and haven't had much time to come to the office. I was just thinking it's a pity, and here we bump into each other."
The woman known as "Mrs. Bishop" was already approaching with a smile, politely extending her hand to Brandon.
Brandon reciprocated the gesture with a courteous handshake.
After shaking hands, Mrs. Bishop's gaze drifted curiously to Sophia and Theresa: "And who might these two be?"
"My wife, and my daughter," Brandon introduced them with a smile.
The assistant on the side was once again taken aback, her mouth agape, her curious gaze shifting to Sophia.
Mrs. Bishop returned the greeting with a smile, then said to Brandon, "Mr. Crawley, you're so lucky to have such a young and beautiful wife and daughter."
"Mrs. Bishop is too kind," Brandon replied with a smile.
Mrs. Bishop cracked a smile, steering the conversation back to business, "Since we've bumped into Mr. Crawley today, why wait for another day to talk shop? Let's sit down now and chat about this maritime partnership."
"Sorry, but I'll have to take a rain check—I'm not quite up for it right now."
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