The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 3

Evie

The boss had called me into his office this morning. Dread settled in my stomach as I stepped inside and Jasper was standing there too.

“Miss Sinclair,” he says simply. “Mister Morgan. I called you both in here to discuss a rather important matter. I can’t have two interns. One of you will be let go.”

I bristle at his statement.

“The one I keep here has to demonstrate a knowledge of client acquisition that exceeds our expectations for interns. Whoever brings me the next big client will receive the role here in this office. The other will have to go.”

Jasper chuckles smugly beside me.

“Certainly, sir,” he says. “Excellence in everything, isn’t that right, Evie?”

My nails bit into my palms as anger started boiling over.

“Absolutely,” I say, feigning sweetness.

“I expect to see your client portfolios in three days,” our boss said. “I look forward to seeing what you guys bring to the table.”

As soon as we step outside his office, Jasper began his trash talk again.

“Prepare to lose, Evie,” he says with a smirk.

“I won’t lose,” I say proudly.

“Don’t lie to yourself,” he snorts. “I know you have zero prospects. It must be hard being you.”

“Oh yea? What do you have that I don’t,” I ask, folding my arms.

“My family owns the largest shipping company in the world,” he says plainly, picking at his nails.

“That’s a cowards way out,” I snort.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said quickly, a grin plastered on his face. “A client is a client. It’s not about what you know, but about who you know. It won’t matter how smart you are when you show up with nothing. I hold it all in the palm of my hand.”

I felt my stomach drop. I hated when he was right. Jasper was second on my list of most hated people I knew. Which means he was first place loser.

How fitting.

better for you to just give up,” he says, lowering his tone. “It’s obvious you don’t belong here. You’d never understand how to deal with the one percent. I mean, look at you. You

attempts at scaring me are childish at best. I’d suggest you focus on your

strode back to my cubicle, aware of how my heel wobbled beneath me. I cursed, feeling embarrassed creep

my league. It felt like

out and searching for the client of my

just had to keep looking.

wave of defeat. Not a single bite. It was like no one would come near me with a ten foot pole. I would suspect sabotage from my colleague,

packed up

it from my purse and looked down at the

Aria.

pressing the

coming from the other end of the phone. “Hey,” Aria repeated. Her voice was wobbly

frowned. “What is it,” I ask worriedly. “Aria, what’s

me,” she wailed. “Ryan, dumped

deeply. “Aria, I’m so sorry,” I say apologetically. “What can

“I don’t want to

absolutely. Come over,” I urge. “We can order takeout and open a bottle of wine. Maybe

for this world, Evie,”

just heading onto the

she sniffled again.

you soon,” I

“Okay. Bye.”

better at hailing a cab. I used to be much less assertive than I am now. Once inside the cab, I place an order at our favorite Italian restaurant.

arrive about

into my shabby little apartment, I kicked off my heels and shrugged off my blazer, throwing it on the

I run to grab it. A tearful Aria stands at my door, still wiping her

in,” I say quickly, ushering her inside with a gentle

‘working’ on himself,” she says with

felt bad that I didn’t know what that meant. “What does that

down again, sobbing uncontrollably. “I’m

as I drew her in for

anyone was going to die

she whines in frustration.

I admit softly. “Jasper was a real a-hole today. There’s a reason he’s number two on my

who’s number one on that list,” Aria says, with almost

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