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 in

a meeting with Kamran Hayes. I’m his son, Timothy,” he explained. He

father’s office is on the top floor. Head on

Timothy took the elevator to the top floor. The floor–to–ceiling

offered panoramic views of the city. The bright blue skies merely alluded to a nice

the office door, Timothy couldn’t help but wonder

symbol of power and authority. The room was decorated with tasteful opulence, and Timothy couldn’t help but feel

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

with tension as Kamran regarded his son.

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interest in his life. “What media

coverage?” Kamran pressed, his eyes darkening. “Do sports channels. usually cover romance as

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 Timothy’s skin

his attention back to his father, searching for answers. “Why is

“Timothy, I’ve heard rumors about your involvement with that ‘Evie‘ girl, and I’ve

“Evie is my…she’s important to me, Dad,

interjected with a sly smile. “Well, Timothy, perhaps it’s time to

“This woman right here

edge. “Timothy, why on Earth would you choose to become a hockey player? Why

a nerve. 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

feet. “I’m not Andy, Dad. I’m not interested in your business or your plans for

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