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

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

aware of how my heel wobbled beneath

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

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

to keep looking.

It was like no one would come near me with a ten

packed up for the night.

phone started buzzing. I pulled it from my purse and looked down

Aria.

pressing the phone to my ear. “Hey.”

a second, all I could hear was soft sniffles coming from the other end of the phone. “Hey,” Aria repeated. Her voice

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

she wailed. “Ryan, dumped

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

want to

urge. “We can order takeout

world, Evie,” she says tiredly.

I answer. “I’m just heading onto the

she sniffled

soon,” I promise gently.

“Okay. Bye.”

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

to arrive about the

I kicked off my heels and

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

ushering her inside with a gentle hand. “What

it off because he was ‘working’ on himself,” she says with air quotations.

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

again, sobbing uncontrollably. “I’m

I drew her in for a hug. “You’re not going

was going to die

hate men,” she whines in

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

told me who’s number one on that list,” Aria

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