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.

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

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

of how my heel wobbled beneath me. I cursed,

league. It felt like I dropped right into the deep end without

reaching out

just had to

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

up for the

my purse and looked down at the screen.

Aria.

her call, pressing the phone

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

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

me,” she wailed.

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

want to

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

sadly. “You’re too good for this world, Evie,” she says

answer. “I’m just heading onto

she 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, you name it.

arrive about

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

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

inside with a

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

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

sobbing uncontrollably. “I’m

as I drew her in for

to die

she

was a real a-hole today. There’s a reason he’s number two

number one on that list,” Aria says, with

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