Echoes of Unrequited Love (Hogan Zade) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64 

After Cecilia left, Wallis sidled up to me and said, “I could smell that bitchy scent from a mile away, looked like the real deal.” 

I pinched the bridge of my nose, not saying a word. 

“What did you give her? She seemed pretty chuffed.” 

I spilled the beans about Hilary’s preference manual. 

Wallis gave me a thumbs up, teasing. “Right on time, like coal in snowy weather. You sure know your stuff, Ms. March. But what if she gets cold feet?” 

Cecilia was no fool. With that manual in her arsenal, she and Hilary were bound to hit it off sooner or later. Weighing the wife of Rainbow Capital’s president against a small project, she knew which side her bread is buttered on. 

“Aren’t you happy?” 

How could I not be? Given Cecilia’s attitude, there was a good nine out of ten chance that Rainbow Capital wouldn’t pull our funding. 

But the thought of playing such a good card and just handing it over like that it just sticks in 

my craw. 

I’d been counting on it to rake in some serious dough. 

“Let’s head back and wait for news,” I comforted Wallis, “Maybe we can finally catch some decent Z’s tonight.” 

That night, as I doubled back to the complex, I reached the foot of the building and saw Hogan coming from the other side. 

The man was clad in a navy blue, single–breasted wool suit that made him look sharp and upright, standing under the clear moonlight like some noble and aloof gentleman. 

I paused, then broke the ice, “Here to see Director Irwin?” 

I was fishing to see if the two had met. 

Hogan nodded slightly, and we walked side by side into the building. After a while, he asked, “Did you provide the manual?” 

Looks like they had met. 

I told him straight, “Mr. Zade, you put down a deposit, so I had to show some good faith.” 

“You’re quite thorough.” 

His voice was even, couldn’t make heads or tails of it. 

I didn’t downplay it, just grinned and said, “I always keep my word. Give it time, and you will 

See.” 

I was still trying to steer the conversation toward our collaboration. 

But Hogan didn’t bite. just stood there in silence, not giving an inch. 

When the elevator doors opened, we stepped in one after the other. I felt inexplicably deflated and found myself absentmindedly stroking my wristband. 

“Who gave it to you?” 

I looked at Hogan, perplexed, and followed his gaze to my wristband. 

He added. “You seem quite attached to it. An heirloom, maybe?” 

I didn’t know how he figured I was so fond of it, but suddenly my wrist felt too warm, uncomfortably so. 

Then I heard Hogan’s teasing tone, “Is Darren that stingy?” 

It seemed he’d gotten the wrong end of the stick, thinking the wristband was from Darren. 

I looked down at my toes, pulling my sleeve over the wristband, not picking up his line. 

But inside, it felt like something was tearing, making my heart and lungs ache a bit. 

“Ms. March, you’re clever enough. Why bother having Cecilia plead your case?”