The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 125

The day I had to resign from Erickson’s job was etched in my memory like a jagged scar, a wound that refused to heal. My pride had taken a brutal hit, and I was left feeling like a ship lost at sea, tossed about by the unforgiving waves of life. But, as they say, when one door closes, another one opens.

Little did I know that the door I was about to open would lead to the stress of job hunting.

After a night of tossing and turning, haunted by memories of my downfall at Erickson, I woke up early, determined to put the past behind me. I knew that wallowing in self–pity would get me nowhere. So, I set my sights on a fresh start, beginning with the arduous task of finding a new firm to work for.

The process was soul–sucking, to say the least. Rejections and silence were the predominant responses to my applications. I spent countless hours crafting meticulous cover letters, tweaking my resume, and attending interviews that seemed to lead to dead ends. The grind was disheartening, but I reminded myself that every no brought me one step closer to a yes.

One crisp autumn morning, my perseverance bore fruit. I received an email from J.D. & Associates, a prestigious law firm in the heart of the city. My heart leaped with excitement as I read the words “invitation to interview” on the screen. This. was my chance to prove that I still had what it took.

I dressed in my best professional attire, making sure I looked poised and. confident. As I entered the sleek, glass–fronted building that housed J.D. & Associates, I couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe this was where I belonged.

The receptionist directed me to the office of Mr. Dennison, the founder and senior partner of the firm. His office was grand, adorned with mahogany furniture and leather–bound books. Mr. Harrison himself, a distinguished–looking man in his late sixties, sat behind an imposing desk, peering at me over his half–moon glasses.

“Miss Sinclair,” he said, his voice laced with authority. “Please, have a seat.”

I settled into the chair, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation. This was the moment I had been waiting for.

The interview started well enough. Mr. Dennison seemed impressed with

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and experience. I felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, this would be my second chance. But then, the

employment at Erickson, Mr. Dennison brow furrowed. “Tell me, Miss Williams, what exactly happened there? Why did you

explain the circumstances that had led to my resignation. “Well, Mr. Dennison, it was a situation

though it was trained on his laptop. “I’m

sources.

taken aback.

little birdie informed me through email just now that you were involved in a scandal.

that office gossip had spread like wildfire at Erickson, but I hadn’t expected it to follow me here. “Mr. Harrison, with all due respect, I believe there may

off again, his voice rising with anger. “Misunderstandings? Miss Sinclair, I cannot have someone with your reputation representing my

frustration and anger bubbling within me.

heard

at my insides. It seemed that my past at Erickson had become an insurmountable obstacle, an albatross around my neck that I couldn’t shake off. I had hoped for a fresh start, but it felt like the world

building and onto the bustling city streets, I couldn’t help but let out a frustrated scream. Passersby turned to look, some offering

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of being judged for a

on the pavement sounded like

I quickened my pace, clutching my purse tightly. The hairs on the back of my neck

playing tricks on me, but

the shadows. My blood ran cold, and I froze in my tracks.

“Evie.”

in the air like a sinister whisper, sending shivers down my spine. Before I could react, the headlights of a car suddenly flashed on, blinding me momentarily. Panic surged through my veins as I realized that I was trapped in the narrow entrance of