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.

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

piece of the pie slip through my

shocked. On the phone, he asked casually, “Anything

the brush–off in Hogan’s tone.

led me to the

going through documents, silver specs on. looking all serious and focused.

and just said, “Board meeting’s pushed to next Monday: got other plans tomorrow.”

taken aback; felt like my throat was clogged with glue, the

probably looking to escort Cecilia to meet FreeMan in person. He actually

he was calling the shots. status and power were a whole different

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

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

papers, Hogan responded, “What’s it