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.

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,

are childish at best.

cubicle, aware of how my heel wobbled

I was so out of my league. It felt like I dropped right

let his words deter me. I kept reaching out and

had to keep

bite. It was like no one would come near me with a ten foot pole. I would suspect sabotage from my colleague, but something told me

up for the

from my purse

Aria.

call, pressing the phone

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

frowned. “What is it,” I

she wailed. “Ryan,

I’m so sorry,” I say

louder. “I don’t want to be

“No, absolutely. Come over,” I urge. “We can order takeout and open a bottle of wine. Maybe

“You’re too good for this world, Evie,”

“I’m just heading onto the

sniffled

see you soon,” I promise

“Okay. Bye.”

hangs up, and I move double time to get home. I’ve gotten much 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. I

it was set to arrive

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

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

say quickly, ushering her inside with a gentle hand. “What happened?”

it off because he was ‘working’ on himself,” she says

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

down again, sobbing uncontrollably. “I’m going

babe,” I say, laughing quietly as I drew her in for

to die alone, it was

men,” she whines in frustration.

a real a-hole today.

number one on that list,” Aria says, with

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