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.”

off, allowing for a moment of genuine connection outside the spotlight. A sense of relief washed over me as the weight of performing for the

there and bid me farewell. I watched her walk back up the stairs and I released a

Timothy’s voice echoed in the spacious area, calling. out my name. I turned to see

go?” Timothy asked. He had loosened his tie and his neatly combed

went really well. Carl was surprisingly

relaxed into a grin. “That’s great to

took my hand, his fingers curling around mine. “You know what? We should celebrate at that new bar downtown, let loose for

ears. “Yeah, that sounds like a fantastic idea.

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 was enough to send my heart

city streets, my curiosity got the better of

glance, a

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a nonchalant shrug. “We talked about my hockey career choices, my plans for the future. And, of course, he was quite intrigued by my community outreach

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

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

angle,” he said, his voice tinged with

wielding a soapy sponge playing in my mind. “Well, you did raise a significant

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team effort, though. Couldn’t have done it without you, Evie,” he said, his gaze meeting

air between us was charged with a certain intimacy as we pulled up to the trendy bar Timothy had mentioned. The place buzzed with activity, the soft hum of voices and the faint strains of music intertwining

s of music inter

a backdrop of mirth, and I couldn’t help but smile as I

view of the entire room. We settled in, the comfort of the padded seats and the soft lighting creating an intimate ambiance. As we clinked our glasses together in a toast,

his voice tinged

crystal catching the light in a sparkling dance. “To seizing

touched, a musical chime