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.

might be 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.

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

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

was so out of my league. It felt like I

let his words deter me. I kept reaching out and searching for the client of my

just had to keep looking.

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

packed up for

it from my purse and looked down

Aria.

call, pressing the phone to my

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

it,” I ask

dumped me,” she wailed. “Ryan, dumped me!”

sorry,” I say

grew louder. “I don’t want to be

I urge. “We can order takeout and open a bottle of wine. Maybe watch

Evie,” she says tiredly. “Are you

“I’m just heading onto the

sniffled

see you soon,” I promise gently.

“Okay. Bye.”

I am now. Once inside the cab, I place an order at our favorite Italian restaurant. I got us the whole thing– pizza, pasta, salad,

set to arrive about the time I

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

just then and I run to grab it. A tearful Aria stands at my door, still wiping her cheeks of their dampness.

inside

himself,” she says with air quotations. “But we all

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

uncontrollably. “I’m going to

drew her in for a

going to die alone, it was probably

men,” she whines in

real a-hole today. There’s

who’s number one on that list,”

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