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?”

everyone that Hogan threw us a cool five hundred thousand

announcing through a megaphone that

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in with

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

both in the

all days, it had to happen.

was bad–mouthing

but then I remembered discussing the whole bringing in new

cracked a bit when Hogan came over

except for that sharp, soapy scent of his that was practically barging into

my glass tighter and

parted his lips, “Ms. March, do tell, how exactly am I

deep, steady, and sounded

mockery in those eyes of his as he looked at

he spoke up,

how to read the room.

the whole buzzing atmosphere got smothered by

eyes on me, the pressure

Hogan was out to

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

did a little dance.

were holding back grins,

wine glass and asked, “Think the money

that Hogan threw us a cool five hundred thousand for

a megaphone that Hogan was like a tyrant

by beauty.

Mr. Bishop

and he let out a

Mr. Zade invested the five hundred thousand when we were out of options. It was like sending charcoal in

but more

“Mr. Zade, not

and said slowly, “Every project has

burst out

criteria‘ must

Ms. March are graduates of N University?” Frank stirred up another convo,

a sip and replied. “Not close.”

that, I could feel the guy next to me drop

our history, wasn’t