Chapter six

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Sasha's POV

It is 1:00am. I still can't seem to find any spec of sleep in my eyes. Lucy and Jessie have been here till 12:45am talking about random stuff, mainly Lucy telling us about her 'sex god' as she calls him.

I look at my phone and wonder why Trav has not called me yet, to check up on me. Not like I want to be checked up all the time.

May be he got caught up with work.

I think to my self.

I then remember the flash disc Trav gave me to learn more about project bidding and other related stuff that could help in my project.

That is my Trav.

I lazily grin as I slide my hand inside my bag to retrieve it.

"Where did I put that thing?" I mumble to myself as I continue exploring my bag with my hand, but I can't find it.

My hand finds a piece of paper instead. What paper could it be?

I pull out my hand to see a business card.

Oh! It's doctor Ethan's card.

My thoughts immediately shift to the most handsome doctor I have ever seen.

His ocean blue eyes that would dissolve anyone that looks in them.

Oh! Don't get me started on his broad enough shoulders.

Or his whole perfectly built body under that blue shirt and the doctor's coat.

I immediately feel the need to know everything about him. And I mean everything... Especially his relationship status. Not that I want to go after him.

Before I know, I have sent Suzanna a message.
Me: hey, can you do me a favor?

Suzanna: Anything.

Me: I want you to look into some one for me.

I think 'look into someone for me' is more appropriate than 'stalk someone for me', right?
Suzanna: hint.

Me: Ethan Grayson, doctor at st. Mark hospital.

Suzanna: will do.

Urgh! I can't believe I am turning my personal assistant into a private investigator.

I can't stop thinking about the doctor for the whole night.

I have gotten what to think about at last... Mission accomplished.

Three days later.....

It has been three days since I twisted my ankle. Its enough of sitting home and relaxing, having a minor foot injury as an excuse.

I put on my gray jogging pants with a pink tank top, earphones and go out for jogging. I need to make this foot work for a bit before driving. It has been resting for too long.

Lucy and Jessie have been constantly checking up on me, bringing me coffee each morning and evening when they are back from work. Trav has been getting my lunch and other stuff I need.

Well *grins proudly*, am I not so lucky? The bestest best friend, and two caring neighbors! No wonder I have gained a lot of weight in the past three days.

And Suzanna, I gave her a task that she has seemed to fail. I think to myself as I start jogging.

"Sasha!" A voice calls me distracting my thoughts from my phone that has just vibrated with a message.

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