Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 25

In the office, Hogan sitting across from me cut to the chase, “Isn’t this a bit much?”

His voice was steady, but his condescending attitude was like an invisible hand, squeezing my heart tightly.

I thought, how desperate was he to rush over from Rainbow Capital just to take Cecilia’s side?

And he showed up in person, no less.

I took a breath and said flatly, “Please enlighten me, Mr. Zade.”

Hogan glanced at me and said seriously, “It’s just a minor mistake. A good team should be one that allows its members to make mistakes, and besides, she hasn’t even graduated yet.”

A minor mistake.

I managed a forced smile, realizing that our hard work over the past month was nothing more than a ‘minor mistake‘ in Hogan’s eyes.

Suddenly, I remembered the time I brown–nosed Hogan by offering to do his laundry, only to shrink his sweater because I didn’t pay attention to the fabric, and he gave me the silent

treatment for a whole week.

Seeing that I remained silent, Hogan spoke up again, “I’ll sign her up for a course, and you, you need to be more patient with her.”

couldn’t utter a word. I had been sucking up to him for six years, now questioned for not having enough

“Any issues?”

my chest and replied with indifference, “Mr. Zade, your thoughtfulness is

to agree,” he said, his gaze fixed on my face, Hogan pressed on, “Ms. March, are you not satisfied with

on the bench, who had already sentenced us but was absurdly asking the

Hogan’s gaze and said with polite detachment, “It’s fine.”

a scoff, he got up and left.

him to the elevator

soon as the elevator doors closed, I rushed to lean against the wall, gasping for air, my mouth bitter

Chapter 25

message from Cecilia popped up on my phone. [Xaviera,

closed the chat and continued to

day, true to her word, Cecilia was studious and even stayed late at

marveled at the

up

desk

my noodles were soaking, there was a noise at the door. I looked up, thinking

door,

the logo of Aurora Eats.

contrast to the cup

and I heard him ask, “Where’s Cecilia?”