The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 97

There was an unpleasant atmosphere in the firm. The orchestra of clicking keyboards and humming printers did little to distract me from the watchful eyes that lurked all around. I hadn’t had a moment of peace since my name came to be associated with Timothy’s.

I sat at my desk, poring over a stack of legal documents, my fingers tapping nervously on the keyboard. I was still waiting for Bruce to send over the location, and just the suspense was tying my stomach into

knots. He was expecting my body as compensation this time, and while I didn’t intend on letting him get that far, the threat was still there.

He’d been capable of stabbing Timothy just out of desperation, which increased my unease at letting him get involved. Timothy had caused me a lot of pain, but I couldn’t stomach the idea of seeing him near death like that again. I also didn’t want to feel in debt to him.

As the day dragged on, I found myself growing less productive with work. I eventually rolled away from my desk and started to stretch, hoping the blood flow would wake me up a little. At that moment, I saw a large body emerge peripheral.

in my

I looked to my left and saw Mr. Erickson’s plump form hovering in the doorway of my cubicle. He

watched me silently, his beady eyes glued everywhere but my face. I dropped my arms and placed my hands in my lap.

As I pretended to focus on my work, I stole a glance in his direction. Mr. Erickson’s eyes never left me, his expression inscrutable. I couldn’t help but wonder what had drawn his attention to me, a junior attorney lost in the shuffle of the bustling law firm. Sure, I’d done well on the Timothy case, but I was merely in

the premature stages of my career.

He’d been hovering around the office a lot lately, and his piercing gaze always seemed to fix itself on me. It was an unnerving sensation, the weight of his attention bearing down on me. Just as I was about to question him, he averted his eyes and walked away.

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“Nice chat….” I muttered, my hand fluttering to my chest. I fastened the top button on my blouse and turned back around, turning my attention to the computer

screen.

Before the unease could settle any further, a shadow fell over my desk, and I looked up to find Jasper, one of my colleagues, standing there. His typically confident demeanor seemed shaken, his voice hesitant as he spoke.

“Evie,” he began, his eyes shifting nervously.

“Jasper,” I returned, mimicking his tone. “Whatever you have to say, can it wait until after my next break?”

a case,” he blurted out, and my jaw nearly dropped. “I’m stumped, and I

eyebrow, intrigued despite my own discomfort. Just days ago, he had. been in my face saying that I was

Jasper?” I asked, my tone

around nervously, lowering his voice. “Because, Evie, you have a knack for finding creative

me. When I’d lent him a hand,

initial instinct to refuse warring with a sense of duty to the client.

sure no one was eavesdropping. “It’s a sensitive matter involving a high–profile client,

playing up the stakes.

face as he nodded. “Thank

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intricacies of the case. A client was suing another over some miscommunications, most of which was undocumented. Without

could understand why

“It says

least owned the trademark for the logo. Do you

shrugged, pencil tucked between his teeth as he rocked back in his chair. “It expired just a month ago, right when Mr. Kloss decided to sue

the file on his computer. I’d dragged my computer chair over and settled beside him at his desk. He kept it remarkably neat, though I was certain it was because he hardly did any of his work too busy

–

I spotted Mr. Erickson at the

as the boss. looked away before turning

that about?”

Mr. Erickson, who was still standing just a few paces away. “I don’t know,” I admitted, dropping my voice at a whisper. “He’s

expression surprisingly one

keyboard. My

trach of where we’d been in the conversation. After a moment, I gave up on distracting

slowly. “Warming up so much that he calls you for private conversations in his office?” I shook my

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