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"Tone," I mocked his voice to myself, parking my car.

Just...how could someone get on my nerves so much?!

Going there was a total waste.

As soon as I held the handle, my phone rang.

"What does he have to do right now?" I muttered, watching the contact - Khanna, The Editor-in-Chief.

"Yeah?" I answered, keeping the call on speaker.

"Where are you?" His gruff voice came out immediately.

"Just reached my place.." I answered, still gripping the door but not stepping out.

"Turn back." His voice was clipped and urgent.

"What?" I frowned.

"Eastern express way, major crash. Several dead." A pause. "You're covering it."

I rubbed my temples. "You sure it ain't just some other reckless driving case?"

"Witnesses say something's off. You're the closest. Now get there before the scene gets cold." He spoke in urgency.

Maybe it was because of how my day went that I felt too tired to cover an accident story.

Or the fact that ...my previous cases' history told me it'd also be some stupid little story.

The NGO embezzlement case? Annoyed some rich philanthropists.

The missing girls' story? Had police breathing down my neck.

The influencer scam? Brought death threats to my inbox.

I pinched my nose bridge. "Why don't you send Ruhaan. He's better at-"

"I know too." He cut me. "He's caught up in the political bribery report. This is yours."

I sucked in a deep breath..

When did I even start running from my work?

"I'll be there in ten." I said doing my seatbelt again.

"Five." His voice came cutting before ending the call.