Evie

The last day. I felt the entirety of my life resting upon this pivotal moment. It was do or die. And it felt like I was dying. I had given my entire soul to finding a worthy client. And no one followed through. I watched the clock wind down. Ten minutes. I had ten minutes to pull off a miracle.

But obviously, I had no such luck. I didn’t have Jasper’s resources and money. All I had was a Jellar report card and a piece of paper that said I could attempt being a lawyer.

“Well, well,” Jasper sighs, popping his head over the cubicle wall. “It’s too bad about the internship, Evie. I almost thought you had it.”

“Shut up,” I growl.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Evie,” he says, poking out his bottom lip. “I tried to spare your feelings–”

“I can’t wait for someone to burst your little bubble,” I snap angrily. “Look at you with daddy’s money and daddy’s contacts. You didn’t prove anything to anyone here. I put in the hard work and I put in the time–”

His face darkened. “And look where that got you,” he says grimly. “Nothing but a participation trophy and a pink slip. You’re not anything special because you worked harder. Honestly, Evie. You’re the most naive girl I have ever met.”

I did all I could to stop the hurt from making its way to my eyes. But I could feel it tightening my throat. I stand up quietly, gathering my things.

I was just so tired of everything. I had plans. I was on track to be an amazing attorney. I studied my life away for this, only to be held back by my own lack of personability.

It was all meaningless. It felt like ever since that night, my life has been spinning out of control and I don’t know how to stop it. This was exactly what I was afraid of. All that hard work was wasted.

Maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised. Nothing ever came easy for me. Coming out of high school as valedictorian gave me a false sense of confidence. Everyone had told me I was spectacular as a student. But being a great student didn’t guarantee I’d be a great attorney.

I don’t remember how I got home, only that when I did, Aria was at my door. She leaned casually against the wall, arms folded.

“Hey, stranger,” she says mischeviously.

I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to flip out and lose control of my anger. “Hey, Aria,” I say, forcing a smile to my face. “What’s up?”

“There’s a press conference about to

out a plastic bag for me. “It’s from the burger joint

no to a bit of comfort food right

“Extra ranch.”

moaned. “Fine,” I say, unlocking my

know you love me,”

I do,” I whine. “I want that damn

my shoulder. “Open the door and you’ll get your precious

couch. I reach for the remote and turn on the tv, searching

I order simply.

she answers, handing me the

I take a bite,

she says, swallowing her own bite. “How

over at her. Work was no longer my issue. It was over

heavy sigh. “That bad,

I grumble. “I’m tired

god,” she says

end and the commentators come back on

our viewers,” one says excitedly. “We have our reporters down at Clayton Center tonight, looking to get

NHL ice, he has been a powerhouse. I mean, right out the gate, he comes in with fantastic

to hear

to a room with a long table. At its center sat my number one pick for who I’d like to see

reporter shouts. “Over here!”

smiles, nodding in the reporter’s direction. “How

on how you feel your chances are at winning the Stanley

I think,” he began. “It’s anybody’s to win at this point. It’s early in the season, we still have a lot of games

already know what your publicist wants you to think,” the reporter added. “Tell us what you

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