The Hockey Star’s Remorse

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I knew this was coming; and I took a moment to gather my thoughts. “Timothy is a valued client,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “We formed a strong professional connection, but any suggestion beyond that is purely speculative.”

Carl nodded thoughtfully, his expression understanding. “I appreciate your candor, Evie. Relationships in your line of work can indeed be complex.”

I smiled gratefully, feeling a renewed sense of confidence. “Absolutely, Carl. It’s all about ensuring the best outcomes for my clients.”

He nodded, though the twitch in his eyebrow told me that his skepticism hadn’t left. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, wondering how far I could take my statement.

Finally, I met Carl’s probing gaze, my expression carefully neutral. “Timothy and I did form a personal connection,” I admitted, my voice steady. “But it would be dishonest to say that it went beyond anything friendly.”

Carl’s eyebrows lifted, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. “So, you are confirming that your relationship with Timothy was friendly, but not romantic in the slightest?”

I felt the spotlight on me, the pressure of the public’s scrutiny weighing heavily. I recalled Penny’s advice, the importance of being as vague as possible without outright lying.

“Relationships in this industry can be complex, Carl,” I replied, choosing my words carefully. “They can naturally evolve from working closely together, and I think that happened with Timothy and I.” Carl hummed in thought. “Have you formed. strong bonds with other clients of yours?”

I shook my head. “Timothy was my first ever client, so naturally I clung onto him. and his case as my only hope. I believe that I could form similar relationships with other clients as I don’t believe there is anything wrong with ending things on friendly terms.”

“Of course,” said Carl, “I’m sure leaving a good impression on one client could draw in many others who are looking for a personable lawyer.”

“Exactly,” I said with a smile. “See? You get me Carl.”

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“It’s my job to get you, Evie, and I must say…I do like you. And I want the best for you.”

“Thank you, Carl.”

conversation, he signaled for the cameras to be turned off, allowing for a moment of genuine connection outside the spotlight. A sense of relief washed over me

the lobby, she left me there and bid me farewell. I watched her walk back up the stairs and I

blinding in contrast to the dim warmth of the interview room. Suddenly, Timothy’s voice

it go?” Timothy asked. He had loosened his tie and his neatly combed hair had returned to its usual wildness.

well. Carl was surprisingly

grin. “That’s great

what? We should celebrate at that new bar downtown, let loose for

my ears. “Yeah, that sounds

with the vibrant hues of the city lights as I followed Timothy to his car. There was an air of excitement around us, as though the universe was basking in our energy. Sliding into the passenger seat, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of nerves. The anticipation of the evening ahead with Timothy

we navigated through the city streets, my curiosity got the better of me.

a playful glint

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about my hockey career choices, my plans for the future. And,

seat, absorbing his words. “Community outreach? That must have been about the dog

up with a mix of pride and amusement. “He was particularly interested in that. I

he said, his

of Timothy wielding a soapy sponge playing in my

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nodded, a genuine warmth in his expression. “Yeah, it was a team effort, though. Couldn’t have done it without you, Evie,” he said, his

air between us was charged with a certain intimacy as we pulled up to the trendy bar Timothy had mentioned. The place buzzed with

s of music inter

of conversations created a backdrop of mirth, and I couldn’t

lighting creating an intimate ambiance. As we clinked our glasses together in

tinged with a mix of

a sparkling

glasses touched, a musical chime that