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.”

up our 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 as the weight of performing for the interview

me farewell. I watched her walk back up the stairs and I

were almost blinding in contrast to the dim warmth of the interview room. Suddenly, Timothy’s voice echoed in the spacious area, calling. out my

and his neatly combed hair had returned to its usual wildness. Had he waited

smiled and walked toward him. “It went really well. Carl

relaxed into a grin. “That’s great to hear! Mine went pretty smoothly

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

music to my ears. “Yeah, that sounds like a fantastic idea. Let’s

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

through the city streets, my curiosity got the better of me. “So, your interview

a playful glint in

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my plans for the future.

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

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

is a unique angle,” he said, his

my

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was a team effort, though. Couldn’t have done it without you, Evie,” he said, his gaze meeting mine for a brief moment before returning

mentioned. The place

s of music inter

the murmur of conversations created a backdrop of mirth, and I couldn’t help but

intimate ambiance. As we clinked our glasses together in a toast, a sense of gratitude washed over me. Gratitude for the

tinged with a mix of

glass, the crystal catching the light in a sparkling dance. “To seizing every opportunity,” I added

touched, a musical chime that echoed through