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?”

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

announcing through a megaphone that Hogan was like a tyrant

Chapter 44

in with Zachary.

the moment those trust fund brats started trash–talking Hogan, I

and since they were both in the investment game, bumping into each other

today of all days, it

when I was bad–mouthing him, no less.

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.

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

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

uneasy, I clutched my glass tighter and

lips, “Ms. March, do tell, how exactly

steady,

hint of mockery in those eyes of his

he spoke up, the

to read the room.

buzzing atmosphere got smothered

the pressure was cranked up my way.

figured Hogan was out to make me

Zade, if I had to point out a flaw, it’s probably

brows did a

the faces around were holding back grins, waiting to

swirled his wine glass and asked,

of everyone that Hogan threw us a

a megaphone that Hogan was like a

by beauty.

down on the blunder, “Yeah, when Mr. Bishop

paused, and he let out a

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

money but more

Zade, not gonna clear

and said slowly, “Every project has its assessment

almost burst

must be

and Ms. March are graduates of N University?” Frank stirred up

took a sip and replied.

that, I could feel the guy next to me drop

history, wasn’t