Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 92

Wallis and I hightailed it to the president’s office at Rainbow Capital, only to find out from the secretary that Hogan had left a little while ago.

It was his call that brought us over, and now that we’d arrived, Hogan was playing hide and seek. They could guess the answer to that one.

I didn’t sweat it, but Wallis was fuming. “The big boss of Rainbow Capital going AWOL for Cecilia? Seriously?”

“Why not? I’ve never seen Hogan dote on anyone like this in all these years. Now, what’s got us on edge is figuring out how to tackle the hot mess this proposal’s going to bring. Hogan’s no Cecilia when it comes to brushing people off.”

Hearing this, Wallis cooled her jets instantly and glanced at the female secretary outside the reception, murmuring, “Leave it to me.”

Five minutes later, she’d sweet–talked the secretary into spilling the beans on Hogan and Cecilia’s whereabouts – they were at the company cafeteria; probably hadn’t even had lunch yet.

Wallis suggested we take the bull by the horns.

“Let’s keep it real and thicken our skins.” She advised me, “If push comes to shove, we can pull a Cecilia and play the sympathy card.”

That got a chuckle out of me, “You might be game, but it depends on whether Hogan wants to watch the show.”

back was to us, sitting ramrod straight, his face unreadable, while Cecilia’s eyes were rimmed red, her makeup slightly smudged, looking for all the world

about to make our

bored to death listening to me blabbering.” She cooed sweetly with a

forced smile, it was a picture of trying to stay strong despite being wronged. Who wouldn’t feel a twinge of pity

was sure Hogan would chow down on that bamboo shoot without hesitation, but instead, he signaled the kitchen to add soup to Cecilia’s

care about his own rep, but

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and I were spying on how things might unfold, Cecilia caught sight of us.

are you doing here?” She

the man silently turned, his eyes calmly sizing us up and then his brow furrowed. Clearly, he wasn’t thrilled with the

her face. “We heard you were still dining, and what do you know, Ms. March and I haven’t eaten yet either. Mind if we join

Thinking about the lunch I’d

quickly chimed in, “President Lott, you haven’t

to, but Mr. Zade’s call came and Ms. March

at Hogan and whispered, “Why

a look, his voice dripping with double meaning, “I’m afraid our Rainbow Capital’s cafeteria might not

words immediately shut

a regular day, but dissing Wallis in front