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.

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

heel wobbled beneath me. I cursed, feeling embarrassed

felt like I dropped right into

kept reaching out and searching for the client of my

to keep

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

up for

my purse and looked down at the

Aria.

up her call, pressing the phone to my ear.

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

“What is it,” I ask worriedly. “Aria,

wailed. “Ryan, dumped me!”

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

louder. “I don’t want to be

order takeout and open a bottle of wine. Maybe watch a

too good for this world, Evie,” she says tiredly. “Are you finally off

“I’m just

sniffled

soon,” I

“Okay. Bye.”

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– pizza, pasta, salad,

was set to arrive about the time I was.

I kicked off my heels and shrugged off

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

bad that I didn’t know what that

again, sobbing uncontrollably. “I’m going to

her in for a hug. “You’re not

anyone was going to die

hate men,” she whines in

a-hole today. There’s a reason he’s number two on my

that list,” Aria says, with almost

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