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?”

blurt out in front of everyone that Hogan threw us

that Hogan was like

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

both in the investment

course, today of all days, it

bad–mouthing him, no

the whole bringing in new investors thing with

when Hogan came over with a drink and planted himself next to

except for that sharp,

my glass tighter and threw Wallis a look

“Ms. March, do tell, how exactly am I not

deep, steady, and sounded pretty chill

a hint of mockery in those eyes of his as he

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

knew how to

flash, the whole buzzing atmosphere

on me, the pressure was cranked up my

figured Hogan was out to make me

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

brows did a little dance.

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

his wine glass and asked, “Think

out in front of everyone that Hogan threw us

like announcing through a megaphone that Hogan was like a tyrant totally bewitched

by beauty.

when Mr. Bishop makes

swirling hand paused, and he let out a

I can’t agree with that. Mr. Zade invested the five hundred thousand when

money but more

raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Zade, not gonna clear the

took a sip and said slowly, “Every project has its assessment criteria.”

almost burst out laughing.

criteria‘ must be

of N University?” Frank stirred up another convo, “Never bumped into each

took a sip and replied. “Not close.”

I could feel the guy next to me drop

wasn’t that his favorite tactic?