Sophia was stunned by Bradley's indifference. It seemed like she was nothing more than a silhouette in a dress in front of him.
—I won't be able to come. I'll be busy,— Bradley said with a slight intake of breath.
—You can go when you're free. It will be very interesting,— Sophia felt embarrassed. No one had ever ignored her like that.
—I don't think I have time for that,— Bradley reemphasized.
Sophia still felt like an i***t. She just took the small decorated invitation letter out of her purse and handed it to Bradley.
—I hope you can go,— she said as she wiggled her body toward the exit of the office.
He was indifferent, looked down and stared at the invitation. It was a small black letter, with gold lettering and a stamp on the end. It definitely looked custom-made.
Sophia
