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.

She had dedicated so much to him over the in sickness and in health.

even attended all

my

it was.

so jealous!” Aria panted, looking almost wild. “Ugh, I hate you! I mean F

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

I just stick with law school? Timothy could have been my client!” Suddenly, she hopped up off the floor and came rushing over

Aria asked, fluttering her eyes. As always, Aria figured that her pathetic display of desperation would

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shook my head firmly. “No. It’s

before I could reach the door. “I need to know

away, but Aria had a tight grip on me. “I have to

was hugging my arm at that point.

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

gently, shaking Aria off my arm. “You

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

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his name. I could only hope that Aria wouldn’t get so lucky, as that was clearly her only reason for coming. That would mean trouble

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racing. I felt a curious set of eyes staring at me from across the office. They unfortunately belonged to Jasper, who appeared just as shocked at

closer, he wrinkled his nose. “I didn’t expect

and toward my desk. I had learned not to fuel his fire. However, this seemed to encourage him to

how’d you do it, Evie?” He took another sip of his coffee before setting it down. on his desk. “Last I checked, you were packing your things

That was all I could do. This one case was my only hope and I’d be damned if

to slowly approach me, hands stuffed in his pockets as he cracked a grin. Jasper was like a snake in that way, slow and steady as

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

tactics. Carefully, I set my things down on my desk and

his hand sliding along the edge of the desk before landing on my pile of research files. He tapped his fingers on them, as if to command my attention. Defiantly, I kept my eyes trained on my

screen.