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?”

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

a megaphone that Hogan was

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in

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

they were both in the investment game, bumping into each

course, today of all days,

when I was bad–mouthing him, no less.

whole bringing in new investors thing with Hogan, so I quickly

bit when Hogan came over with a drink

not–too–close–yet–not–too–far distance, his expression unreadable, showing zero emotion except for that sharp, soapy scent of his that

uneasy, I clutched my glass tighter and threw

March, do tell, how exactly am I not

deep, steady,

in those eyes of his

spoke up, the others zipped

knew how to read

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

eyes on me, the pressure was

figured Hogan was out to make me squirm.

point out a flaw, it’s probably that you are a bit

did a little dance.

faces around were holding back grins, waiting to

glass and asked, “Think the money is not enough?”

out in front of everyone that Hogan threw us a cool five hundred thousand

a megaphone that

by beauty.

down on the blunder, “Yeah, when Mr. Bishop makes a move, he hits his targets big time.”

paused, and he let out a soft snort.

the five hundred thousand when we were out of options. It was like sending charcoal in snowy weather

but more

“Mr. Zade, not gonna clear

and said slowly,

almost burst out laughing.

‘assessment criteria‘ must be Cecilia,

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

sip and replied. “Not

soon as I said that, I could feel the guy next to me

history, wasn’t that his