Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 121

It was pretty straightforward, wasn’t it? After a solid seven or eight years of collaboration. FreeMan never stood anyone up. The problem definitely wasn’t on their end.

“Did he mention any specific reasons?”

Hearing that, Morgan glanced at me awkwardly and said. “He didn’t spell out any reasons.”

“Mr. Paisley, spit it out.” Hogan was clearly at the end of his rope. “If there’s no good reason, Rainbow Capital ain’t gonna let this slide.”

His fone was icy, carrying an invisible weight that pressed down on him.

Morgan, who’d been around the block a few times, could smell what Hogan was stepping in and sighed. “Somehow, FreeMan got wind that there’s some aesthetic disagreements within your company. He said he hates getting into a fuss.”

The words “aesthetic disagreements” hit my ears and I suddenly got a bad feeling. That should be our company’s confidential business. How did FreeMan get his hands on that info?

“No way, we haven’t even met with FreeMan.” Cecilia suddenly chimed in, confused. “How did he catch wind of our aesthetic disagreements, Xaviera?”

was already stewing, and now I was about to blow a gasket, “is Director

downcast, “Xaviera, you got it twisted. I didn’t mean

playing

my tone, and replied, “I’m

voice spiked, “Xaviera, at this point, don’t

Hogan, his gaze sharp as a tack, like

up?” As I spoke, I found my voice shaking, “I’d appreciate Mr. Zade enlightening

nosing around and asking guests about FreeMan. Those folks can smell a

never letting slip about our internal disagreements. But now, Hogan was convinced I was the spark that lit this dumpster

a bitter smile and kept my mouth shut. What was the point in arguing? It was like talking

turned frosty, “Mr. Paisley, there’s a

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to clear the air with

and hawing. Then Hogan added, “Mr. Paisley. you’re not suggesting we let this go, are

to please, “Of course not, but FreeMan’s always been a free spirit, and