Page 89 of The Fake Out Flex

Fraser

"Oh my god, you were amazing! Another hat trick! I am so freaking proud of you."

I'm still riding the post-game high.

Another big win—5-2—against Philly, who beat us every time we played them last season, making tonight's victory even sweeter.

I'm back in my hotel room after celebrating with the team. It was good to blow off some steam with Culver and the rest of the guys, but when I saw Evie had been texting me, I decided to call it a night. I couldn't wait until tomorrow to hear her voice again.

"Thanks. The guys did incredible."

"Don't be so modest. So did you. You were the star. I haven't heard Dad yell so loud in a long time."

It makes me happier than it should knowing Evie watched the game with her old man. Alex Freeman is a personal hero of mine. Not just a living legend of the game, but one of the best men I know off the rink, too.

He's dedicated his post-game life to contributing to scholarship funds to help young people pursue their educational goals. It's inspiring and makes me want to follow in his footsteps when I leave the game.

"Hang on a minute." I glance over at the clock on the nightstand. "What time is it there?"

It's almost one on the east coast, which means…

"It's five to ten."

"And you're working tomorrow, right?"

"I am."

I grimace, hating that I'm calling when she should probably be sleeping. Start times in morning TV are ridiculously early. "Sorry for calling so late."

"It's fine. I couldn't fall asleep anyway."

"Why not?"

"It's nothing."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I don't want to be a downer on a night like this. We should be celebrating your win."

"Evie."

"Fine. My boss wants to speak with me tomorrow."

"Why are you making it sound so ominous?"

"Because she scheduled the meeting in my calendar."

"I may never have worked in a corporate setting before, but isn't that something normal people who work in offices do?"

"It is. But Margo isn't normal people. Her meetings are impromptu walks around the office. Or chats in the cafeteria. Occasionally, the toilet stalls, if you're really unlucky."

"Do I want to know?"

"Believe me, you don't."

She lets out a sigh, and it tears me up being so far away and completely powerless to do anything to help her.

"It must be serious if she's calling me into her office," she says.

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