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.

made my heart sink, but considering the project’s future, I bucked up and drove over to Rainbow

no way I was letting my piece of the pie slip

too shocked. On the phone, he

said patiently, catching the brush–off

minutes later, the receptionist led me to

door open, I found Hogan at his desk, going through documents, silver specs on. looking all

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

taken aback; felt like my throat was clogged with glue, the words I had ready just

I was not wrong about tomorrow’s plans, Hogan was probably looking to escort Cecilia to meet FreeMan in person. He actually shuffled the board meeting for

here. Sure enough, once he was calling the shots. status and power were a

glasses and looked up at me.

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to the point, “Are

papers, Hogan responded, “What’s it about?”