Mr. Scottish aka Finlay Reed.

Rubbing my eyes, I gawked at the screen in disbelief. It was like lightning struck me.

"AMBER?!" Kayla's voice snapped me out.

"What?" I said in a low voice, still staring at the screen.

"I've been calling your name for hours!" she exaggerated. "Where are you?!" I picked up my phone again.

"I saw the news..."

"So...?"

"I know that guy." I gulped.

"You do?!" I winced and pulled my phone away when she screamed in my ear.

"Yeah- I mean no- kind of..."

She sighed. "I'm already having a headache. Don't make it worse, darling."

"I mean, I don't know him personally, but I saw him last night at the club when I went to the restroom," I explained.

"And...?" she asked anxiously, but I kept my mouth shut.

"That's it."

"You want me to believe that? You came back from the restroom looking hella red, even redder than your hair, so something must have happened."

"Very funny," I mumbled. "I'm serious. Nothing happened."

"If you say so." She said, sounding suspicious. "What are you going to do now?"

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"You found your story..." she trailed off, and after a second, my mind bulb lit up.

"Holy f**king shit!" I exclaimed, jumping up from my couch. "I found my story!"

"Don't sound so enthusiastic, Amber. The guy is on his deathbed. Have some humanity." She murmured.

"Of course, I'm not happy that he got in an accident," I said, rolling my eyes. "I am just happy that I found my story."

I was kind of sad about it, even though he was an a**hole, but that didn't mean I wanted him dead.

"I'm going to call Mr. Hudson now," I said.

"Good luck."

"Bye." I hung up and called my uncle immediately.

"Hello-" As soon as he picked it up, I started rambling.

"I found the perfect story for my article. There was this accident last night, and the guy is severely injured and is in ICU- I think- it was a hit and run, if you let me, I can investigate it and will definitely find who was behind it, and then you'll promote me as you promised an-"

"Amber." He said calmly.

"Yes?" I slammed my lips, listening to him.

"Paige is already on it." He informed.

"What?! But I just saw it on the news and... this is not fair!" I whined.

"The accident happened last night. You're late, besides she was assigned to it."

"Can't I work with her? Be her assistant, servant, sidekick, anything, but I don't want to write about love again!"

"You sound desperate, Miss Katz." I could hear the amusement in his voice.

"Just do anything, but I want to work on this, please," I begged. "You're the Chief Editor. Move your wand and do something."

"I'm not a fairy." He said deadpan.

"Please, uncle. This could be my chance to write something good!"

"Fine." He sighed. "I'll do something-"

"Yes!" I bounced in excitement.

"Go to the hospital now and meet Paige there. She's there to ask the doctors about the situation. I'll call her to let her know you'll be working with her as an 'assistant'."

"Done!" I hung up and gulped my remaining coffee, then got ready for the hospital.

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I parked my car in the parking lot and ran toward the hospital. I roamed my eyes around, looking for Paige.

She was a woman in her late 20s and a strict one. I had seen her before but never got the chance to work with her. I heard from my co-workers that she's brutal and a perfectionist. I finally found the brunette woman and went towards her.

"Hello, Paige." I smiled and introduced myself. "I'm Amber Katz. Mr. Hudson send me here to work with you."

She gave me a once over, then snapped her eyes into mine, looking intensely with her brown eyes behind golden frame glasses.

"Yes, he told me about you, and to make it clear." She stepped towards me and whispered. "I'm the leader here and you are going to do whatever I tell you without questioning, understood?"

"Yes ma'am," I replied, standing straight.

She sighed. "Follow me then."

She went towards the elevator, and I went with her. She pushed the button to the fifth floor, and we waited. As soon as the elevator stopped, she got out and confidently walked while I followed her behind like a lost puppy.

Why am I the puppy?!

She stopped in front of the room and knocked on the door. I read the nameplate on the door, 'Dr. Robert'.

"Come in." A voice came from inside. Paige opened the door and went inside. I followed her to the doctor's office.

"Good morning Dr. Robert. I'm Paige." She greeted him and introduced herself. "I'm here to interview you about the patient that got into an accident yesterday." She said, giving him a sweet smile, making me gape at her.

Wow! She knows when, and how to use her charm on people.

"Yes, Paige." The doctor got up from his seat and shook hands with her, grinning. "Please have a seat."

"Thank you, doctor." She smiled at him again, taking her seat.

I pulled the other chair and was about to sit when the doctor asked. "Who are you?"

"She's my assistant, Dr. Robert," Paige replied.

"I thought it'll be just you?" He eyed me.

"Of course, she was about to go." Paige looked at me with her smile, but it was nowhere near the sweet smile she gave the doctor. "Right, Miss Katz." The look in her eyes made me straighten up in my place.

"Right. I'll be outside." I mumbled, getting out of the office.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

As if on cue, my stomach grumbled. I ate nothing in the morning except coffee. I looked around the lobby and saw a vending machine up ahead.

I went towards it and looked for something to calm my belly. I put the coin in and pressed the button for Cheetos. Getting the Cheetos, I saw the news going on the television and leaned on the wall on the opposite side.

I opened my bag of chips and took out a few stuffing my face. The news kept going on about the area where the accident had happened which was just a few blocks away from the club. I continued eating my chips as I thought about him. The last time I saw him was when he was leaving the club with Blondie and-

Wait for a second!

His girlfriend!

Where was she? I clearly remembered the reporter saying he was the only guy...so what happened to her?

She should be with him in the accident- not that I wanted her to get hurt- but if she wasn't in the car, then she should be here or on the news crying her guts out about her boyfriend's condition.

I looked at the news and tried to connect the dots when a guy came standing in front of me. I looked at the back of his head in disbelief.

What the f**k? Can't he see me standing?

"Excuse me, mister?" I said, trying the get his attention, but he stood still. "Hello... I'm talking to you?" I said, a little louder this time. He slightly turned his head. "I'm trying to watch the news and you're in my way," I growled.

"You can see me?" He asked in confusion and sounded very familiar.

I scoffed. "Of course, I can see you. That's why I can't see the TV," I said in a duh tone. "Now can you move?" He turned around to face me and my eyes bugged out.

It can't be...

He can't be here...

FINLAY?!

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