Echoes of Unrequited Love (Hogan Zade) novel Chapter 220

Wallis told that the afternoon report had nearly spiraled out of control.

In fact, after Hogan checked out Timothy’s character design, he went began to critique one of the male protagonists—nitpicking everything from the look to the threads, even down to whether the protagonist’s shirt was tucked into his suit pants or not. He specifically asked Timothy to redesign the character.

Timothy, full of pride, naturally couldn’t handle such ridicule. And just then, Cecilia jumped into the fray to play peacemaker, saying Hogan had a point, suggesting Timothy should seriously consider a do-over.

“And then what?” I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose in exasperation.

“Then the meeting just got interrupted,” Wallis stated, clearly annoyed, “Cecilia really did a number on Timothy, throwing him under the bus in front of Hogan. Timothy was so steamed he just dropped the mic and bailed.”

Hearing this, I got antsy, “Where is he now?”

“He didn’t even answer phone calls. He only mentioned that change is unlikely unless we change investors, else he won’t continue with this work,” Wallis paused, then asked, “Xaviera, what should we do now?”

I expected Hogan to stir up troubles again, but I never imagined it would blow up like this.

Considering Nydia’s situation, it just felt like everything was going to hell in a handbasket.

In the end, I didn’t prolong my stay in Havenport. After spending one night, I drove back to Rivertown at the crack of dawn.

By the time I reached the office, it coincidentally was time to start work.

Stepping out of the car, I spotted Cecilia emerging from her fiery red ride across the way.

The young lady was rocking a short brown leather jacket, paired with a matching suede mini skirt and black ankle boots, bouncing along like a peppy little deer, radiating energy and youth.

She looked like she was in a good mood.

The next second, she caught sight of me.

After a brief two-second stare-down, Cecilia awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth, batting those doe eyes at me, “Xaviera, you’re early. What were you so busy with yesterday? You weren’t present for such an important meeting.”