The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 123

My return to the office was met with a sense of trepidation. The scandal had created an invisible barrier between me and my coworkers, and I couldn’t help but feel like an outsider in the place that had once been my second home. But I had a mission, a task given to me by Penny, and I was determined to see it through.

As I walked through the office, I tried to approach my coworkers discreetly, hoping to glean some information about Erickson’s behavior. I needed something concrete to help Penny in her quest to clear my name and salvage my reputation.

But my attempts to engage my colleagues were met with icy silence. They averted their eyes, busying themselves with their work as if I were invisible. The jealousy and resentment that had simmered beneath the surface were now palpable, and I couldn’t help but feel their hostility.

“Hey,” I began tentatively, approaching one of my coworkers, “have you ever noticed if Mr. Erickson singles anyone out for special attention?”

The coworker’s response was a curt shake of the head, and they turned away from me without saying a word. It was clear that they wanted nothing to do with me or my questions.

I continued my attempts, moving from desk to desk, but the result was the same. No one was willing to talk to me, let alone offer any information about Erickson’s behavior. The sense of isolation and frustration grew with each interaction.

I was about to give up and head back to my own desk when I spotted Erickson’s secretary, Sarah, sitting at her desk. She had always struck me as approachable, someone who might be willing to confide in me about her experiences with our boss.

Approaching her cautiously, I cleared my throat. “Sarah, can I talk to you for a moment?”

She looked at me, her expression guarded but curious. “What do you want, Evie?”

I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. “I’ve been going through a tough time lately, Sarah. I left the firm under difficult circumstances, and I’m trying to clear my name. I need to know if Mr. Erickson has ever singled out any other employees, treated them unfairly or inappropriately.”

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Sarah hesitated, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. Then, with a sigh, she seemed to make a decision. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” she said, leading me to a small, empty conference room.

of unease. “Mr. Erickson can be…difficult at times. He has high expectations and isn’t always easy to work

any information that could help Penny’s efforts. “Has anyone ever confided in you about

of the junior associates, Lisa, mentioned that Mr. Erickson had made some inappropriate comments during a meeting. She was uncomfortable, but

Sarah,” I said sincerely. “Your honesty means a lot. If you ever decide to share more about your experiences or if you

mix of

were considering whether to share her thoughts. Before she could respond, however, a familiar voice

well, well, what do we have

see Jasper standing nearby, a smug grin on his face. He had a talent for appearing at the most inconvenient times, and this was no

Jasper continued, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Trying to stir the pot and get more

of anger and frustration at Jasper’s insinuations. “No, Jasper, I’m

his eyes gleaming with

feel the eyes of my

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me give you a reality check, Evie,” said Jasper, “You’re not fooling anyone. here. We all

what you’re talking about,” I retorted, my voice

words laced with venom.

I clenched my fists to keep from lashing out. I couldn’t let him provoke me, not in front of everyone. I took a deep breath

entire office. His face was

he

just beneath the surface. “I’m here to work, Mr. Erickson,” I replied, my

my colleagues joined in the berating, their accusations and skepticism cutting deep. I could feel their judgment, their belief in

trembling with indignation. “I won’t let you all

out,

a reminder of the life I had built at the firm. I could feel the judgmental eyes of my former colleagues on my back, their scorn burning like a branding

their disapproval like a chorus of condemnation. The room seemed to close in around me, suffocating me with a sense of shame