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.”

Hogan’s back was to us, sitting ramrod straight, his

tug at the heartstrings. As Wallis and I were about to make our move, Cecilia suddenly picked up a piece of bamboo shoot from her plate and held it to

listening to me blabbering.” She cooed sweetly with a

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

shoot without hesitation, but instead, he

it was a public place after all. Hogan might not care about his own rep, but he had to consider

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were spying on how things might

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gaze, and the man silently turned, his eyes calmly sizing us

with a grin plastered on her face. “We heard you were still dining, and what do you know, Ms. March and I haven’t eaten yet either. Mind

off guard. Thinking about the lunch I’d scarfed down earlier, I felt

quickly chimed in, “President Lott, you

turned on the dramatics, “Was about to, but Mr. Zade’s call came and Ms. March and I didn’t dare dawdle – we

glanced curiously at Hogan and whispered,

double meaning, “I’m afraid

shut Wallis

shoulder on a regular day, but dissing Wallis in front