Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 93

Hogan wiped the corner of his mouth in a leisurely fashion and said, “Ms. March, you’re laying it on thick. After last night’s dinner, the whole scene knows there’s this hotshot software engineer named Xaviera who’s caught Tack’s eye. I’m just an investor, who am I to give instructions?”

His voice was steady, flat as a pancake with not a ripple in sight, but every word was dripping with sarcasm.

“Mr. Zade’s just kidding around.” I said with a canned smile, “It’s all smoke and mirrors. You are the real deal here. Don’t you worry; Rainbow Capital will always be our knight in shining. armor.”

I could play the bureaucrat too, no biggle.

Hogan, seemingly caught off guard by my ready response, snorted coldly and said, “But Ms. March, you talk a good game, but your actions are not so much.”

“What are you getting at, Mr. Zade?”

“Why play dumb, Ms. March?” Hogan called me out, his eyes questioning.

I wasn’t about to beat around the bush. I got serious and said, “Mr. Zade, we never intended to give you and Director Irwin the brush–off, but changing character designs and image on a whim. isn’t the way to go.”

Hogan looked up and said, “So making the lead in finance the ultimate ‘flatterer‘ is the way to go?”

I was left speechless. Of course, I wouldn’t admit to Hogan that there might have been a touch of personal vendetta in that character design, but as of today, we were all business, discussing the matter at hand.

displeasure, tried to smooth things over, “Mr. Zade has a big heart; surely you

and said, “Ms. March seems to have

bells went off in my head, “Do

character who’s been chasing after someone for years without success, still persistent. Heh, if you were him, would you do

do it? The answer

like Hogan was settling personal scores. But he kept pressing on, “This setup is so unrealistic. After all,

wanted to tweak the game’s lead character, and Hogan,

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a flight from reality. But

because this doesn’t exist in

a sneer, “Ms. March sure

users want.”

in Hogan’s eyes, I was at a loss for words again.

trying to be the peacemaker, “Hear that? Mr. Zade’s

off to Wallis. Yet Hogan still had

didn’t sound like a veto. Cecilia, too, caught the drift, and her face turning red and pale by turns, timidly said, “Mr. Zade, Xaviera, I’m sorry; the proposal was ill–considered, an

unnecessary move.”

like she was holding back tears, like they were