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

I was letting my piece of the pie

was coming, he didn’t sound too shocked. On the phone, he asked casually, “Anything pressing that Ms. March needs

to talk face–to–face.” I said patiently, catching the brush–off in Hogan’s tone.

the receptionist led me to the CEO’s office.

found Hogan at his desk, going through

he didn’t even look up, and just said, “Board meeting’s pushed to next Monday: got

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

about tomorrow’s plans, Hogan was probably looking to escort Cecilia to meet FreeMan in person. He actually shuffled the

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

off. He adjusted his glasses and looked up at me. When our gazes met, I could

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fists and got straight to the point, “Are you available? There’s something I want to

papers, Hogan responded,