Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 130

Hogan’s sharpness totally knocked my socks off. I thought at most he’d chalk my actions up to sucking up to a young hotshot CEO. But now, it seemed like he’d got my number–figured out my little game.

Life was all about acting, though, right? When it was our turn to take the stage, we gotta play the part to a T.

Considering Hogan was the money man, I played it cool to keep things smooth on the surface, flashing a grin and saying, “Cut it out. Mr. Zade. Even if you grant me the chance, I wouldn’t dare to pull your leg.”

“Really?” He shot back with a look that could drill holes, “I beg to differ

That confident tone of his sent a flutter through my chest. Curling my fingers. I spoke one way and thought another. “Of course, and you seemed pretty down to play along just now, didn’t you, Mr. Zade?”

Hearing that, Hogan’s expression faltered, and he clammed up.

I’d admit, there was a hint of snark in my words. Seeing my chance to bow out gracefully. I glanced over at Shirley in the distance and said, “President Stapleton is calling me over; I gotta

jet.”

Shirley was top of the to–do list.

honor at the antique, fancy long table, while

a feast for the eyes, and the ’85 Lafite had been uncorked and allowed to breathe well

waiter a nod, signaling to pour Hogan a glass. Hogan raised his hand just a bit, politely saying. “Sorry, Mr. Zade, she runs a

Shirley and me off guard. No explanation needed,

whipped even when out and about was quite the jaw–dropper. I had to tip my hat to Cecilia – girl knew how to keep her man

waiter with a warm smile

on the spot. I knew messing up my answer could land me on Shirley’s

to toss the

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dúcomo

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a good point, but Mr. Zade is also known for his

“Mr. Zade, are you really gonna snub the effort I put into this feast? Is my wine not up to par, or is it

delivered it with a mix of sweet and sassy – a combo most folks would find hard