Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 112

Bustling neighborhood, there was only this one main drag, and if I wanted to swing by Morgan’s studio there was no way to sidestep Hogan and Cecilia.

We weren’t exactly miles apart, but Hogan was all ears for Cecilia’s chit–chat, so he didn’t even clock me.

Just found out that Cecilia was ticked off about more than just me playing third wheel–she was also green with envy about work stuff.

Didn’t mean to eavesdrop, and was about to hit the road when Hogan’s deep voice hit my ears.

“Who was it looking all sad and sorry in my office last night, and who ditched the morning meeting to keep you company?”

In a flash, my feet felt like they were filled with lead. Turned out, Hogan was the one who skipped the meeting to come over.

Then I overheard Cecilia laying on the guilt, “I know this breaks your rules, but look. Xaviera and Wallis are already at their wits end. I just couldn’t bear it. Besides, it was my idea to tweak the character design: I wanted to pull my weight. Sorry for the hassle.”

I

trouble,” Hogan said cool as

bit, she hooked onto Hogan’s arm with a beaming smile, “I just

landing on Hogan’s face. I saw him with slight smile,

patient side to him. The guy who thought even growing a bougainvillea was a waste of time was actually willing to push aside

But looking at it another way, I should be stoked. Once Hogan had set on something, there was nothing he couldn’t do. I

all doom and gloom, “Nothing to celebrate. If Cecilia gets one up on us with this, the work ahead’s gonna get thornier, maybe even slip through

“What do

handling the art for our game. If Cecilia pulls strings to get him over, they

suddenly grasped the gravity of the situation. Looked like I’d got to pull out all the stops to

docomo

Hogan backing us, Morgan

decided to

short video, FreeMan thinks your project is really intriguing, but shame he’s tied up with another work right now, so he’s declined this

and I was the last to

Mr. Zade, the bright spark insisted I set up a meeting with FreeMan.” Morgan shifted gears, “There’s a private art show tomorrow afternoon in the eastern suburbs, FreeMan will be there