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.

hushed, and her words carried a sense of unease. “Mr. Erickson can be…difficult at times. He has

Penny’s efforts. “Has anyone ever confided in you about their experiences with Mr. Erickson? Anything that might suggest

that Mr. Erickson had made some inappropriate comments during a meeting. She was uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to cause a scene, so she never reported

but significant piece of information that could support Penny’s case. “Thank you, Sarah,” I

her expression a mix of relief and uncertainty. “I’ll think about

furrowing as if she were considering whether to share her

what do

on his face. He had a talent for appearing at the most inconvenient times,

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

and frustration at Jasper’s insinuations. “No, Jasper,

laughed mockingly, his eyes

eyes of my coworkers on me, their curiosity piqued by

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not fooling anyone. here. We all know

talking about,” I retorted, my voice trembling with a mix

He leaned in closer, his words laced with venom. “Oh, I know exactly

lashing out. I couldn’t let him provoke me, not

the attention of the entire office. His face

are you doing here?” he demanded, his tone laced

work, Mr. Erickson,” I replied, my voice steady. “I won’t let

to close in around me as my colleagues joined in the berating, their accusations and skepticism cutting deep. I could feel their judgment, their belief in

my voice trembling with indignation. “I won’t

narrowed, his anger palpable. “Fine,” he spat out, his voice cold and

life I had built at the firm. I could feel the judgmental eyes of my

like a chorus of condemnation. The room seemed to close in