Chapter 143
The Hockey Star’s Remorse
Chapter 143
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My laptop came to life with a soft hum, and I typed Andy Hayesâs name into the search bar. The search results flooded the
screen, countless sits on the success of Kamran Hayesâ prodigal son.
Andy ran a chain of technology businesses that spanned the country, a fact that seemed incongruous with the man I had known
years ago. The more I delved into his businesses, the more it became clear that there was more to Andy Hayes than met the
eye.
Asurge of determination coursed through me. I couldnât let this opportunity slip away, especially if Andy had a hand in this
property dispute, I picked up my phone and dialed the number I had found on his companyâs website.
The phone rang, each tone echoing in the quiet of my apartment. My heart raced as I waited for a response. Finally, a voice on
the other end said, âNextech, how may I assist you?â
I took a deep breath, summoning all the courage I had. âHello, this is Evie Sinclair. I was hoping I would be able to meet with Mr.
Hayes this afternoon?â
There was a brief pause, and then the receptionist replied, âOf course, Ms. Sinclair. Mr. Hayes is available this afternoon. Can
you come in at two?â
I agreed to the appointment and hung up the phone, my pulse quickening with anticipation. This was a reckless move, but I
needed as much leverage in this ast possible.
When the time arrived, I stood outside Nextech, a modern and imposing building that exuded wealth and power. I took a deep
breath, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach, and then entered the building.
The receptionist directed me to Andy's office, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation as I approached the imposing
door. I knocked gently, and a voice. from inside called, âCome in.â
As I stepped into the office, I was met with the sight of Andy Hayes, who looked just as smug as the last time Iâd seen him. He
looked completely relaxed, as if heâd expected my call all along.
âEvie,â he said smoothly. âItâs a pleasure to see you again, and so soon.â
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I mustered a friendly smile. doing my best to mask my disgust. âAndy. I hope you're doing well.â
He settled into his chair, still wearing a look of bemusement. âIl am, thank you. What can I do for you on this fine day?â
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I decided to play along with my ruse, feigning interest. âIâm here because your mentioned that your company was considering a
new project, and I wanted to get a better idea of your companyâs capabilities.â
Andy leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips. âFor...legal reasons?â
âNo.â I said swiftly. âYou may have peaked my curiosity back at the mansion, is all.â
Andy chuckled. âI see. Well, Nextech has an excellent reputation, so Iâm sure you've heard quite a few things in terms of what we
do.â
âPerhaps,â I said carefully. âI donât pay too much attention to technology in that way. Iâm more of a pencil and paper type of gal.â
No worries,â he said, then pointed at my pants pocket. âHere. let me see your phone.
I did as he requested, pulling out my phone and setting it on the table. It had seen. better days, now adorned with several cracks
and scuffs, but he seemed impressed with it nonetheless.
âThat right there, he began proudly, âIs one of the earlier models of our smartphones. You'd say that it runs pretty well, despite all
the damage, yes?â
I nodded and tucked the phone back in my pocket. âI would say so.â
We delved into the details of the supposed project, evidently a revolutionary ordeal that started to lose me as he got more
technical in language. Andy grew more comfortable with my presence, sharing insights about his business and its
accomplishments
Curiosity gnawed at me as I probed further. âWhat youâve done with your business is truly remarkable. Did you receive any help
with all of this?â
âMy father and I actually inherited our businesses.â he said matterâof-factly. âMr. Fitzgerald runs a bit of a monopoly, but he isnât
a superhero. He offered to drop some of the responsibility on us to run these businesses, and theyâve been
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The mention of Stellaâs father sent a shiver down my spine. I had suspected that her familyâs influence had played a role in
Andy's success, though it had almost ruined Timothy's. Hearing it confirmed was a revelation that both shocked and infuriated
me.
âAnd how did Mr. Fitzgerald amass such wealth and influence?â I probed further.
Andy sighed, as if the memories weighed heavily on him. âHe was a shrewd businessman, Evie, and he had connections in high
places. He was able to secure government contracts and partnerships that propelled his companies forward.â
The pieces of the puzzle were starting to fall into place. Stellaâs family had indeed played a significant role in Andy's success,
leveraging their connections and influence to build an empire. It was a truth that had been hidden in plain sight all along.
âThis whole business thing can get a little repetitive at times though,â he added. suddenly. His eyes drifted over to the acrylic
fountain on the near wall, its thick. streams of water curving and leaping off of the rocks. âI'd like to settle down at some point
once I feel complete.â
My eyebrows furrowed. âAs in starting a family?â
Andy's gaze turned introspective, as though he were contemplating a future that had always been just out of reach. âIâve
achieved a level of success that allows me to consider other priorities in life. I've spent so much time building my businesses,
and perhaps itâs time to explore what else life has to offer.â
His words left me with a lingering sense of unease. The idea of Andy wanting to start a family seemed incongruous with the man
I had known in a short span of time. It hinted at a vulnerability and desire for something more than power and wealth.
Before I could press further, the door to Andyâs office swung open, and Stella walked in. Her entrance was like a sudden storm,
filling the room with tension and uncertainty. I couldnât help but notice the animosity that flared between Andy and Stella, an
undercurrent of unresolved conflict.
âAndy, we need to talk,â Stella said, her voice icy and authoritative.
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Andyâs expression hardened, his patience clearly wearing thin. âStella, canât this wait? Iâm in the middle of something.â
Stellaâs eyes flicked to me, and she gave me a disdainful look that made me feel hollow.
âNo, it canât wait,â she retorted, her voice unwavering. âThis concerns both of us.â
I stood up, my stomach already twisting under the tension in the room. Andy barely took his eyes away from Stella, as though
she'd disappear if he broke eye-
contact.
âI should be going anyway,â I said aloud, already creeping toward the door. Neither of them answered as I let myself out and shut
the door behind me. That seemed to break the seal on their silence as sharp filled the room.
I felt like an intruder in their private world, but my curiosity got the better of me as I found myself pressing my ear against the
door. What did Stella have that was so urgent, and with Andy specifically?
âI've been talking to my dad, and heâs not pleased with the way things are going. He believes that we need to take more drastic
measures,â said Stella.
Andy's voice was low and grim. âStella, weâve been over this. My dad and I have a plan, and it doesnât involve rushing into
anything.â
âAnd am I part of that plan, or are you guys planning on leaving me out once. again?â
Andy sighed, his voice becoming gentler as he spoke. âItâs not like that. You were always in my plan, at least, but you know what
my dad wants.â
Along silence followed, and I leaned in further, straining to hear. I probably looked really odd in the position I was in, but they'd
grown eerily quiet.
Always in âhisâ plan? What did Andy mean by that? And heâs sounded so sentimental about it, making me wonder about what
Scarlett had suggested previously about them having a peculiar relationship.
The vague response only fueled my curiosity further. What secrets were they hiding, and how did their history tie into the
inheritance dispute? It was clear that there was more to their relationship than met the eye.
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