The Hockey Star’s Remorse

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Stepping into Mr. Erickson’s office felt like entering the lion’s den. The dim lighting cast an air of formality over the space, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of apprehension as I closed the door behind me. Mr. Erickson, with his imposing presence and air of authority, was seated behind his desk, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Evie, come in,” he greeted, motioning for me to take a seat across from him. “I wanted to personally congratulate you on your recent victory in court. You handled the case brilliantly, and I always knew you had it in you.”

I mustered a smile, though my skepticism lingered just beneath the surface. Mr. Erickson had hardly been supportive of my endeavors before, often questioning my abilities and making my climb through the firm’s ranks all the more challenging. It was hard to believe his sudden change of heart.

“Thank you, Mr. Erickson,” I replied diplomatically, choosing my words carefully. “I appreciate your recognition.”

His smile widened, and he leaned forward, his fingers lacing together on the desk. “You see, Evie, I’ve been watching your progress closely. Your determination, your drive… it’s commendable.”

I raised an eyebrow, curiosity mingling with my wariness. “Is there a reason you called me in today, sir?”

His gaze held mine, his eyes seeming to bore into me. “I’ve been thinking, Evie. About your potential. About what you could achieve.”

My heart rate quickened, a sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. Something about his tone felt off, a touch too intimate for a professional setting.

“I’m glad to hear that, Mr. Erickson,” I replied cautiously. “But if there’s something specific you wanted to discuss…”

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine. “You know, Evie, success. often requires making connections. Aligning oneself with the right people.”

I frowned, my instincts sending warning signals through my mind. “I believe in earning my success through hard work and dedication, sir.”

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to reverberate through the room. “Of course, of course. But sometimes,

had heard rumors, whispers of the unsavory aspects of the legal world, the unspoken expectations that could come with climbing the ladder of success. But to have it suggested so blatantly,

Erickson,” I said firmly, my voice carrying a note of resolve, “I’ve worked tirelessly to get where I am. I won’t compromise my integrity for the

faded, and he regarded me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. “Very well, Evie. But you must understand, the legal world can be ruthless. It rewards those who are willing to

frustration bubbling to the surface. “I appreciate your perspective, Mr. Erickson, but I’ll continue to let

turned to leave, his voice followed me, dripping with thinly veiled resentment. “Remember, Evie,

was a stark reminder of the challenges that lay ahead, the murky waters I would need to navigate if I wanted

the questioning everything, casting doubt on the very foundation of

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emotions. How had it come to this? I had worked tirelessly to prove myself, to earn my place in a profession dominated by towering figures, and yet it seemed that the shadows of

The media attention, Bruce’s threats, stalker Linda, and now the unsettling encounter with my own boss. It was as if the world around me had some strange vendetta. against me, each just as vicious as

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more people were going to take advantage of me? How many more obstacles would I have to overcome to truly be

think of Timothy. His presence in my life had been a source of comfort and

the authenticity of his words? Linda’s revelation. had cast a shadow over everything I

veiled intentions had left me feeling vulnerable and exposed. I had suspected that he wouldn’t let me off easily, that his subtle threats were merely a precursor to a battle that loomed on the

was

was a battle I was determined to face, but the weight of

suffocating.

I leaned forward in my chair and opened my laptop back up. The office was abuzz with the usual flurry of activity, phones ringing, keyboards. clacking, and the distant murmur of conversations. My gaze was fixed on

hip, drawing my focus away momentarily. I feared it was Timothy sending another apologetic text, but I was overcome with relief

swipe, I unlocked my phone and read

Mike and he actually came back to ask for my number before suggesting a dinner date.

couldn’t help but chuckle softly at Aria’s excitement. It seemed that her healing touch had made quite an

danced across the screen as I typed out

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