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.

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

my piece of the pie slip through

the phone,

brush–off in Hogan’s

minutes later, the receptionist led me to the CEO’s office.

his desk, going through documents,

look up, and just said,

clogged with glue, the words I had

escort Cecilia to meet FreeMan in person. He actually shuffled the board meeting for that.

was calling the

finally sensed something was off. He adjusted his glasses and looked up at me. When our gazes met, I could discern

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clenched my fists and got straight to the point, “Are you

through his papers, Hogan responded,