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 don’t belong here. You’d never understand how to deal with the one percent. I mean, look at you. You taped your heels.”

“Your attempts at scaring me are childish at best. I’d suggest

to my cubicle, aware of how my heel wobbled beneath

so out of my league. It felt like I dropped right into the deep end without my floaties.

didn’t let his words deter me. I kept reaching out and searching for the client of

to keep

would come near me with a ten foot pole. I would suspect sabotage from my colleague, but something told me Jasper was much too confident in his abilities

up for the night.

phone started buzzing. I pulled it from my

Aria.

pressing the phone to my

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

I ask worriedly. “Aria, what’s wrong?”

me,” she wailed. “Ryan,

so sorry,” I say apologetically. “What can I do?”

“I don’t want

I urge. “We can order

for this world, Evie,” she says tiredly. “Are

“I’m just heading onto the

she sniffled again.

you soon,”

“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 got us the whole thing–

arrive

I kicked off my heels and shrugged off my blazer, throwing it

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

quickly, ushering her inside with a gentle

was ‘working’ on himself,” she says with air quotations. “But we all know what that means.”

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

breaks down again, sobbing uncontrollably. “I’m

in for a hug. “You’re not going

was going to die alone,

she whines in frustration.

a-hole today. There’s a reason he’s number

that list,” Aria says, with almost pleading

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