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

letting my piece of the pie slip through my fingers.

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

I said patiently, catching the brush–off

led me to the CEO’s

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

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

throat was clogged with glue, the words I had ready just stuck

tomorrow’s plans, Hogan was probably looking to escort Cecilia to meet FreeMan

he was calling the shots. status and power

looked up at me. When our gazes

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the point, “Are you available? There’s

flipping through his papers, Hogan