Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 113

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Private art show, set up the meetup.

Couldn’t believe Hogan already had everything in the bag. But as one of the key players, here I was, completely in the dark.

I fudged, “Oh, that, Mr. Zade mentioned it in passing: I just didn’t take it to heart.”

I came up with a decent excuse for myself. After hanging up, I glanced at my shaking hands, feeling like I had a ton of bricks sitting on my chest.

From what Morgan hinted, Hogan must’ve had it all planned out bright and early. Given what I knew about Hogan, he was a stickler for detail, always ahead of the game, never dragging his feet.

Maybe, he had it all squared away the day before. But Hogan didn’t spill the beans, and Cecilia didn’t breathe a word either.

So there was only one conclusion–they didn’t want me in on it.

project’s future, I

piece of the pie slip through

shocked. On the phone, he asked casually, “Anything pressing that Ms. March

the brush–off in Hogan’s tone. “I’m already downstairs at

later, the receptionist led me

desk, going through documents,

he didn’t even look up, and just said, “Board meeting’s

clogged with glue, the words I

looking to escort Cecilia to meet FreeMan in person.

meeting here. Sure enough, once he was calling the shots. status

glasses and looked up at me. When our gazes met, I could discern a flicker of impatience in

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to the point, “Are you available? There’s

flipping through his papers, Hogan responded,