Hore.

Zee POV.

I woke up grumpy, I hated my alarm but today I hated it even more, I groaned and whined, I didn't want to get up but I had a routine to keep, with a big groan, I left my bed and walked toward the bathroom. My routine is the same every day, get ready, wash up, and then get ready for my run, I run outside the house, to my usual track, with my music on, once I am done, I come back home, get ready for work, and with a groan I left my house.

I looked perfect on the outside, I often look perfect, I make sure to look good every day, I make sure that I'm ready to take over the world, but it's days like this that pull me back, ones that push me into the urge of staying at home, cover up and sleep the whole day.

But I had to keep going, I'm too strong to have a mental breakdown, not a weekday, it's Thursday, and the weekend is so close, I'll hold back on breaking down until then. I looked at my kitchen and my whole face turned into a disgusted look, the whole hard work I did for Michael and he didn't bother coming over and eating my damn food.

I'm not sure if the steak was edible or not, I'm great with picking fancy food, and good restaurants, heck I even know what's the best thing to order off the McDonald's menu, but cooking wasn't my game or one of my many skills. I'll make sure to message my maid and tell her to make sure the kitchen is spotless for when I come back, I finally left my home, and got to my car, driving toward my work, it's just another day, a normal day, but then I heard a hit, and the whole car was spinning.

I tried hitting the break, as far as my heal would go, I tried to control my steering wheel, to stop the spinning, but the steering wheel wasn't working, it wasn't moving, it was locked, and I was being thrown around the car, the seatbelt is doing its job, but the car was moving too quickly, and finally it stopped, I could see ahead of me, a white airbag, I didn't feel hurt or injured, but I was too scared to open my own door.

I know it wasn't me who caused the accident, I was hit from the side, and whoever just hit me, I'm going to sue them for everything they got, by the time I'm done with them, they'll only have their underwear to walk out with, I have no use for it.

"Miss, don't move, help is on its way," someone yelled from my closed door, I was too scared to nod, what if I had a neck injury and ended up hurting myself or breaking a bone or two, I wasn't about to risk my spinal cord, so I stayed as I was.

Help took its sweet time to get over here, it's America, where the ambulance takes its sweet time coming over, knowing too well that most days people would reject an ambulance ride, I wanted to yell and say I can afford you, just get over here.

I was saved by three very hot firefighters, I don't know if it's just my luck or if the city is only employing hot guys these days, but they had my door open, a brace around my neck and pulled out of the car in a couple of swift move, I was taken to the hospital from there.

"I have to call work," I say while they are shining lights in my eyes and asking me about dates.

"You can call them after you get checked up by a doctor," one of the paramedics says.

"I'm fine," I said, but I wasn't sure if I was fine or not, I don't have anything that's painful, but I prefer to be sure, better safe than sorry.

"The doctor would assure that," he says, and I groaned.

"Do you have my phone? I know it's the law that you need to secure my personal stuff," I say, I know the law way too well.

"We have your purse yes," he says and I sighed in relief, my purse holds way too much personal information that I will be screwed without.

"Then can I please have my phone, a quick message to my bestie, so she'll meet us there," I say giving him my best puppy eyes ever, it works on everyone but Michael, he's immune to my look, or maybe he's too heartless to understand that look.

"Fine, but make it quick, don't move too much," he says handing me my phone, I opened it and messaged Hore, telling her to meet me at the hospital, that's it, I didn't go into details if she panics she'll get there quicker, or we'll get to share a hospital room and entertain each other.

"Done," I say handing him back my phone, we were wheeled through the ER and I got taken to an exam room right away, the paramedic had to leave me in the good hands of the nurses and doctors.

They did the same light exam, asked me the same stupid question and finally wheeled me in to have my neck scanned before they could take the brace off, I didn't get the scan right away, instead, I had to wait, just looking at the ceiling, I wished they would give me my phone so I could do some important calls as we waited but sadly I didn't get that option.

After an hour-forty minutes of waiting, I had a full body scan just to be sure I don't have any broken bone or internal injuries, my neck was free of the brace and I was sent to a private room where Hore was waiting there for me, panicking, pacing back and forward, probably starting my funeral preparation.

"Are you okay? What happened? They told me you were in an accident and the police want to talk to you, do I need to call you a lawyer?" she asks me.

"What does the police want from me? What did you tell them?" I ask her with a raised brow.

"You were in an accident, they believe you were hit," she says and I rolled my eyes at her.

"Hore, I know," I assure her.

"I mean it wasn't an accident, you were hit on purpose, someone is trying to kill you, now do you need a lawyer? A shover and shotgun?" she asks me.

"Hore, we don't talk about that in here, nurses could hear us, wait till we make sure we're alone. And no Bitch, I'm the lawyer," I remind her, Hore is my best and oldest friend ever, we went to uni together, we went to high school together and we even went to the same kindergarten, she was meant to be my friend even against her will.

"Right right, keep quiet until you get there," she says with an eye roll, that's my rule for her, she should never talk, she should always stay silent until her lawyer which is me, has always been me, comes over and bail her out.

Hore is an accountant, she works for a big company and she's really good at her job, she's great with numbers, but outside of work, she has a sharp tongue, she's one to start fights and not end them, she tends to have tendencies and she knows what she likes and isn't shy to say it out loud.

"Good girl, I'll deal with the police, but first I need to call work," I say asking for my phone, I sent a message telling them there was an attempted murder on me, and that I'm now in the hospital, almost everyone in my office offered to come and defend me, some offered to call their friends in the DA office, they are ready for the war but we don't have any suspect yet, I have a lot of enemies, so who would want me dead, is a big mystery.

"Are you okay Miss?" a police officer says walking toward my door.

"I'm fine, but they're going to keep me for the night for observation," I answer him with a small smile.

"I have some questions for you," he says and I keep the same energy, the same smile, sounding like the victim which I am, but I have seen way too many people get too defensive and bring accusation fingers toward them due to their attitude.

"Go ahead," I answer him.

"What happened?" he asks me first.

"I was driving to work, and then I was hit, the car spun, and then it stopped, and the firefighters got me out," I say skipping the part where I heard the hit, where they took forever to come and get me, and the fact that they were hot as fuck.

"We doubt that it was a hit and not an accident," he says and I pretend to be shocked by the information as if it's the first time I heard it.

"Have you caught him?" I ask him.

"No they ran away before we caught them, but do you doubt anyone?" he asks me.

"No, not really," I answer him, I doubt everyone that I have put behind bars, and everyone I have defended and made sure that they were released instead of being thrown in jail.

"We'll keep in touch with you Ma'am," he says bowing his head, closing his notebook and leaving my room.

"You're good," Hore says looking at me with wide eyes, she doesn't get to see this face of me often.

"Thank you," I say flipping my hair over my shoulder.

"You're welcome," she says still shaking her head at me.

"Are you staying with me?" I ask her, since I'm going to spend the whole day in the hospital, at least I'll get my best friend to spend the day with me, it's the day off that I didn't even ask for but I got it.

"Of course, I took a personal day off work," she answers me and I was happy to hear that.

"Thanks, girl," I say with a sigh.

"Did you call Michael? Want me to call him?" she asks me making me pout, I hate thinking or imagining having him come to the hospital, he'll throw a whole fit over his day being ruined by spending time with me in here.

"He got work, let him be," I say.

"Whatever," she says with an eye roll, she never liked Michael, she promised to be a better girlfriend than him if I ever drop him and decide to swing the other way.

I didn't want to talk about Michael or last night, instead, I decided to tell Hore about Autumn and about how we won her case, she was laughing so badly over the fact that she hit the mistress on the head, she was enjoying the story way too much.

"And you had her proven innocent?" she asks me still unbeliving the ending of my story.

"Don't you trust my skills?" I ask her.

"I do, but I like this Autumn girl, she should have hit him too, but breathe play, I like the way he thinks," she says with a big smile on her face.