Echoes of Unrequited Love

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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.

sink, but considering the project’s future,

piece

too shocked. On the phone, he asked casually, “Anything pressing that Ms. March needs to come in person

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

the receptionist led me to

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

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

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

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

talking about a board meeting here. Sure enough, once he was calling the shots.

silent. Hogan finally sensed something was off. He adjusted his glasses and looked up at me. When our gazes met, I could discern a flicker of impatience

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clenched my fists and got straight to the point, “Are you available? There’s

through his papers, Hogan responded,