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A scoff followed after, almost like she didn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, “You can’t be serious. It’s hockey!! A game of champions. Blake University has had the best team for years. We almost made it to the playoffs last year even, there’s no way you came in here without wanting to— “No.” I shook my head, “I think hockey is a game for losers.” “Aria!!” I remained defiant on my stance, “You heard me. I think hockey sucks, the concept of the whole game sucks, I think it’s a waste of student resources and the school’s money. I did my research and the school pumps a whole load into the team, which I think is pathetic. So you heard me loud and clear—Hockey is a game for losers.” I

"What are you talking about?" "Noah Vexley," Ronan said, naming a high-profile Quinn lawyer. "He’s already claiming that your history with Sienna Quinn makes this autopsy a conflict of interest. He’s telling the High Council that you framed the 'suicide' to protect the Hockey League’s sponsors while simultaneously trying to smear a Quinn-affiliated athlete." "That’s a blatant lie!" I snapped. "I didn't even know Silas Crowe was connected to the Quinn bloodline until an hour ago."

But I still felt hollow. “Did you hear about the hockey team?” said one cheerleader to another as we did our cool-down stretches. “Oh, yeah. The scandal, right?” said the other. “What happened?” asked Nicole, from beside me. “Turns out that new player was stealing all their plays and giving them to other teams. They found out and cut him from the roster.” “From what I heard,” said someone else. “There’s talk about expelling him, too.” I froze, confused. Hadn’t Asher said that Joseph was behind it all? Had he been wrong, or did he think they were working together?

"What do the two of you want to do to Dahlia." " Definitely what wouldn't harm her." She frowned. "How is sabotaging her career not harming her?" " Is that what you think this is? We are simply stopping her from going anywhere else." " But you are going to the other hockey teams to talk about her." " No one said anything about going to other hockey teams. But I don't really see a problem if it comes to that. She can't ruin me, and not get the repercussions for that. I should make it hard for her to replace me." I held out my hand. " Or don't you think?"

“It's an order from our superiors. I couldn't go against it,” I scoffed. Superior my fucking ass. “Is this what they do here? Oppressing people with power?” I screamed in my head, but didn't dare to say it out loud. I might be the next target if I do anything stupid. Sighs. Maybe I was already a target. “Coach B… Is there anything you can do to help Noah?” I reached for his hand before I could think about it. “Noah is a good hockey player. He's had history with his former team. He's the reason they always won every match…”

I couldn't afford to falter now. With Timothy's encouragement in my mind, I focused on the breathing technique he had taught me. Inhale deeply for four counts, hold for four counts, and exhale for four counts. It was a simple but effective. "Your Honor," I began, my voice trembling only slightly. "I will present evidence that Timothy's breach of contract was a result of the hockey club's fraudulent practices and mistreatment." I recounted the events that had led to Timothy's departure from the club. The relentless pressure and the blatant disregard for his well-being had pushed him to a breaking point. It was a story of exploitation and abuse, a tale that should never have been tolerated in

At Rook's. "Sit," she said. "Both of you. Kitchen table. Now." We sat. She didn't. "Vanessa is filing for emergency reconsideration," Helen said. "She's claiming you both perjured yourselves this morning when you said your relationship was professional. She has video evidence. She has the photo. She has Lily's statement about you sleeping in his bed." "Lily didn't mean," I started. "I know what Lily meant," Helen said. "Judge doesn't care. Judge cares about optics. Judge cares about not being on the news tomorrow as the lady who gave a kid to a hockey player and his nanny girlfriend."

"Twice. You didn't pick up." I pulled off my gloves and dropped them on the desk. "I was on the ice." "I know where you were." She set the leather folder on the desk and opened it without ceremony. "Sit down, Luca." I sat… She laid three printed pages in front of me. The first was a screenshot collection, fan accounts and sports commentary, all circling the same exhibition game footage I had been trying to stop thinking about for four days. The second was a social media analytics report with certain sections highlighted in yellow. The third was an article from a mid-tier sports culture site with the headline underlined in red pen: *Devereaux and Calloway: Hockey Rivalry or Something Else?*

The connection flickered like a severed wire, and I swore I felt him flinch. They won. Naturally. The scoreboard might as well have been tattooed with their names before the puck ever dropped. My issue wasn’t their skill, it was their public image. Some of the boys’ online profiles were a PR nightmare: shirtless beer pong tournaments, questionable captions, and one particularly ill-advised TikTok dance involving a hockey stick and far too little clothing. That was why I was here. To fix them. And to get close enough to Riley to kill him.

Those who were present knew this, just as those who watched the Live game on television, and I wondered how they had expected that they would get away with this. “The senior board members of the hockey game should be scrapped! They are full of bias!” “Sean Noble is one big mistake of a hockey player. I said this when he was awarded at that damn event and some of his loyal fans attacked me…now see!” “Give Chase Maddox, A.K.A Ice King, his well-deserved award!” “This isn’t right!”