The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 12

Evie

Blocks of texts began to merge into one another. After researching case after case about athletes and club related lawsuits for hours, my eyes had become red and strained.

How could I help Timothy get more out of this case? From all the lawsuits I’d investigated, not one seemed to give the athletes a very favorable outcome. It would be a miracle if he didn’t have to pay a large amount of money for breaching his contract.

The most recent one was a football player who had to pay about a billion just to settle it. Instead of finding a more respectful team and continuing his success, he was living in a small apartment while working an hourly wage that hardly covered rent. I couldn’t let that happen to Timothy, especially after seeing how hard he’d worked throughout the years.

My stomach grumbled and I bent over to ease the hunger pangs away. It was unhealthy, but I often ignored my bodily needs. I could get more done if eating and sleeping weren’t required.

I’d have to leave soon, and it wouldn’t do me any good to head to the firm on an empty stomach. I could only hope that I wouldn’t wither away by the time the case came to a close.

With a sigh, I stood and stretched my limbs before padding into the kitchen. Aria kept a few snacks around, but they were entirely health–conscious items that lingered between low–fat and low–sodium. I snatched a bag of unsalted chips. before going back to the living room.

I paused when I spotted Aria on the couch, scrolling through my laptop. Her eyes and mouth were wide with shock as she clicked on the page with Timothy’s face plastered all over. At that point, it was too late to make an excuse.

I hadn’t even heard Aria open the door, let alone walk in.

“What? Your client is Timothy?!” Aria screamed, rubbing her hair. She placed the laptop back on the couch and stood abruptly. “Oh my God!”

I squirmed, tossing the bag of chips on the couch as Aria paced the room with

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shallow breaths. Her face was growing redder by the second as she waved her arms around. I knew the news would shatter her.

was practically Aria’s imaginary husband. She had dedicated so much

all of

bad that I was hiding my

it was.

Aria panted, looking almost wild. “Ugh, I hate you! I mean F do love you, but I hate you right

Aria had fallen to her knees and was glaring at the ceiling. She had her

stick with law school? Timothy could have been my client!” Suddenly, she hopped up off the floor and came rushing over to me. She smoothed down her shirt and

he’s fighting?” Aria asked, fluttering her eyes. As always,

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this time. I shook my head firmly. “No. It’s confidential,

please!” Aria grabbed my shirt sleeve and tugged me backward before I could reach the door. “I need to know he’ll be

arm away, but Aria had a tight grip on me. “I have to get back to the

hugging my arm

I felt my resolve slowly slipping away. Aria was just going to keep pushing, being as stubborn as she was. It wouldn’t hurt

shaking Aria

up and down. “Oh, sweet! Maybe if I’m lucky, Timothy and I will cross

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of his name. I could only hope that Aria wouldn’t get so lucky, as

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racing. I felt a curious set of eyes staring at me from across the office. They unfortunately belonged to

walked closer, he wrinkled his nose. “I didn’t expect to find you back

and toward my desk. I had learned not to fuel his fire.

how’d you do it, Evie?” He took another sip of his coffee before setting it down. on his desk.

This one case was my only hope and I’d be

that way, slow and steady as he approached his prey. He wouldn’t give

you get here from doing certain favors?” he said, his voice low and suggestive. “Got some backdoor tricks up your sleeve,

his verbal tactics. Carefully, I set my things down on my

before landing on my pile of research files. He tapped his fingers on them, as

screen.