Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 44

Hogan rolled in with Zachary.

Honestly, the moment those trust fund brats started trash–talking Hogan, I had this bad feeling creeping up on me.

The Rivertown circle was small, and since they were both in the investment game, bumping into each other was common.

But of course, today of all days, it had to happen.

Right when I was bad–mouthing him, no less.

I was a tad embarrassed, but then I remembered discussing the whole bringing in new investors thing with Hogan, so I quickly got my act together.

But that composure cracked a bit when Hogan came over with a drink and planted himself next

to me.

That perfect not–too–close–yet–not–too–far distance, his expression unreadable, showing zero emotion except for that sharp, soapy scent of his that was practically barging into my nostrils.

Feeling uneasy, I clutched my glass tighter and threw Wallis a look for backup.

Hogan slowly parted his lips, “Ms. March, do tell, how exactly am I not doing my job?”

His voice was deep, steady, and sounded pretty chill.

But there was a hint of mockery in those eyes of his as he looked at me.

With his status, once he spoke up, the others zipped it.

They sure knew how to read the room.

In a flash, the whole buzzing atmosphere got smothered by this heavy tension.

All eyes on me, the pressure was cranked up my way.

I figured Hogan was out to make me squirm.

I pinched my palm and confessed, “Mr. Zade, if I had to point out a flaw, it’s probably that you are a bit too stingy.”

At that, Hogan’s brows did a little dance.

And the faces around were holding back grins, waiting to see his reaction.

The man swirled his wine glass and asked, “Think the money is not enough?”

Hogan threw us a cool five

announcing through a megaphone that Hogan was like a tyrant totally

Chapter 44

rolled in with

trust fund brats started trash–talking Hogan, I had this bad feeling creeping up on me.

was small, and since they were both in the investment game, bumping

all days, it had

I was bad–mouthing him,

in new investors thing with Hogan, so I quickly got my act together.

composure cracked a bit when Hogan came over with a drink and planted himself next to me.

distance, his expression unreadable, showing zero emotion except for that sharp, soapy scent of

and threw Wallis a look for backup.

his lips, “Ms. March, do tell, how exactly am I not coing my job?”

was deep, steady,

in those

spoke

to

a flash, the whole buzzing atmosphere got smothered by

eyes on me, the pressure was cranked up my way.

figured Hogan was out to make me squirm.

I had to point out a flaw, it’s probably that you are

did a little

faces around were holding back grins, waiting

glass and asked, “Think the money

blurt out in front of everyone that Hogan threw us a cool five hundred thousand for Cecilia’s sake.

through a megaphone that Hogan was like a tyrant totally bewitched

by beauty.

Mr.

paused, and he

invested the five hundred thousand when we were out of options. It was like

but more

“Mr. Zade, not gonna

and said slowly, “Every

almost burst out laughing.

must

you and Ms. March are graduates of N University?” Frank stirred up another convo, “Never bumped into

a sip and replied. “Not close.”

could feel

history, wasn’t that his favorite tactic?