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.”

other not far away. Hogan’s 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 like she’d

make our move, Cecilia suddenly picked up a piece of bamboo shoot from her plate and held

sweetly with a sniffle, “Here, have a bamboo shoot as a little

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

chow down on that bamboo shoot without hesitation, but instead, he signaled the

all. Hogan might not care about his own rep,

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how things might unfold, Cecilia caught sight of us.

Lott, what are you doing here?”

turned, his eyes calmly sizing us up and then his

heard you were still dining, and what do you know,

guard. Thinking about the lunch I’d scarfed

in, “President Lott, you haven’t had

Mr. Zade’s call came and Ms. March and I didn’t dare dawdle – we came

and whispered, “Why did

voice dripping with double meaning, “I’m afraid

shut

regular day, but