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.”

the cameras to be turned off, allowing for a moment of genuine connection outside the spotlight. A sense of relief

farewell. I watched her

interview room. Suddenly, Timothy’s voice echoed in the spacious area, calling. out my name.

had loosened his tie and his neatly combed hair had returned to its usual

well. Carl

“That’s great to hear! Mine

fingers curling around mine. “You know what? We should

suggestion was music to my ears. “Yeah, that sounds like a fantastic idea.

as though the universe was basking in our energy. Sliding into the passenger seat, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of

started the engine and it gave off a low purr. As we navigated through the city streets, my curiosity got the better of me. “So, your

shot me a sidelong glance, a

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

“Community outreach? That must have been about the

amusement. “He was particularly interested in that. I guess the idea of a professional

a unique angle,” he said, his voice tinged with

in my

OUL

expression. “Yeah, it was a team effort, though. Couldn’t have done it without you,

to the trendy bar Timothy had mentioned. The place buzzed with activity, the soft hum of voices and the faint strains of music intertwining into a

s of music inter

the murmur of conversations created a backdrop of mirth, and

prime spot that offered a 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, a sense of gratitude washed over me. Gratitude for the journey we had shared, the hurdles we

said, his voice tinged with

glass, the crystal catching the light in a sparkling

chime that echoed through the