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.

finally opened up. Her voice was hushed, and her words carried a sense of unease. “Mr. Erickson can be…difficult at times. He has high expectations and isn’t always easy to

ever confided

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

heart raced as I listened to Sarah’s revelation. It was a small but significant piece of information that could support Penny’s case. “Thank you, Sarah,” I said sincerely. “Your honesty

nodded, her expression a mix of relief and

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

well, well, what do we

had a talent for

his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Trying

of anger and frustration at Jasper’s insinuations. “No, Jasper, I’m just here to work. Is that a

mockingly, his eyes gleaming with

face flushed with anger, and I could feel the eyes of my coworkers on me, their

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Jasper, “You’re not fooling anyone. here. We all know what you’ve been up to with Mr.

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

He leaned in closer, his words laced with venom.

out. I couldn’t let him provoke me, not in front of everyone. I took a deep breath and forced myself to maintain

presence commanding the attention of the entire office. His face was a mask of anger, and

he demanded,

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

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 Jasper’s lies, and it fueled

for this,” I shouted, my voice trembling with indignation. “I won’t let you all treat

he spat out, his voice cold and

of the life I had built at the firm. I could feel the judgmental eyes of my former colleagues on my back, their

hear their whispers and murmurs, their disapproval like a chorus of condemnation. The room seemed to close