The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 109

Timothy stood in the bustling gym, sweat dripping from his brow as he pushed his body to the limit. The rhythmic thud of sneakers on the polished floor, the clang of weights, and the hum of conversation filled the air. It was his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the chaos of his life and focus on his own

strength and determination.

Amidst the rhythmic thud of sneakers on the polished floor, his phone suddenly vibrated in his gym bag. Timothy paused, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple, as he fished out his phone and saw his father’s name flashing on the screen.

It was unusual for his father to call him. The silence between them was preferable, especially today of all days. He needed to release tension, and his father caused the opposite effect.

Heaving a sigh, Timothy swiped the screen to answer the call, his voice strained from exertion. “Dad?” Timothy greeted, his breath heavy.

“Timothy, it’s time we had a discussion,” came Kamran Hayes‘ firm and measured voice from the other end of the line. “I need you to come to my office.”

Timothy’s brow furrowed in confusion. His father had always been distant, more preoccupied with his own business than with family matters. However, Timothy hadn’t expected his old man to actually develop a business in the years he’d distanced himself from the family.

Even more unusual was the notion of a “discussion” with his father, the master of evasion. “Why?” Timothy asked, a hint of suspicion in his tone. “What’s this all about?”

Kamran’s voice remained composed. “I’ll explain when you get here. It’s important.”

Timothy sighed, looking around at the plethora of moving bodies around him. The activity was dizzying. “Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Ending the call, Timothy continued his workout, a sense of unease gnawing at him. His father’s sudden summons was perplexing. Moreover, he couldn’t comprehend what hand landed the man in an office of his own.

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The Hayes patriarch had always operated from home, occasionally fishing for get rich quick schemes along the way, usually at the family’s detriment. He had seemed well–adjusted when his mother first met him, but the illusion fell rather quickly just months into their marriage. That alone dwindled any trust Timothy had in him.

After a cold shower, Timothy made his way to his father’s office building, Fitzgerald and Co. The sleek, modern exterior of the building spoke of wealth and influence, that of which his own step–father had obtained, and Timothy couldn’t help but feel out of place as he entered. He wasn’t exactly living a humble life himself, the corporate setting of it all let alien to him.

greeted by the smiling face of receptionist

with Kamran Hayes. I’m his son,

knows you!” she said chipperly. “Your father’s office is on the top floor. Head on

“thank you“, Timothy took the elevator to

blue skies merely alluded to

he approached the office door, Timothy couldn’t help but wonder what

the room. Kamran sat behind his polished mahogany desk, a pristine symbol of power and authority. The room

unreadable. Timothy.” “Dad,” Timothy replied, taking a seat in front

grow heavy with tension as Kamran regarded his son. “I’ve become increasingly

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perplexed by his father’s sudden interest in his life. “What media attention? It’s

darkening. “Do sports channels. usually cover romance as well?”

as Timothy opened his mouth to retort, the office door swung open, and Stella Fitzgerald waltzed in with an air of self–satisfaction. She was impeccably dressed, her fiery

Stella greeted with an affected sweetness that made

attention back to his father, searching for answers. “Why is Stella here? What’s

I’ve heard rumors about your involvement with

irritation growing. “Evie is my…she’s important to me, Dad, and she was

smile. “Well, Timothy, perhaps it’s time to consider other

thin, and he leaned forward, his voice tinged with frustration. “This woman right here nearly cost me my

on a sharper edge. “Timothy, why on Earth would you choose to become a hockey player? Why couldn’t you be more like your step–brother,

It was a sore point in their relationship, a constant source of tension. Timothy had always felt like an outsider in his own family, and his passion for hockey

I’m not interested in your business or your plans for me. Evie means the world to me,

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