Author's PoV
"What the hell, Nish?" Zach whisper screamed on the phone, a crumpled newspaper held in his right hands firmly, the other hand clutching his phone on which he talked.
"What?" Nish innocently asked back.
"You. Were. Supposed. To. Take. Care. Of. This," he said, his voice dangerously low, and he emphasised on each word, kicking one of the chairs nearby in frustration.
"You called me at three in the night asking me to cover a news that was going to be printed in one hour, and I still f*****g did. It's not my fault that someone from Daily Mail posted the story in an article on their website and a few local papers picked it up from there, is it?" She snapped back.
"Yes, but... f**k!" Zach cursed under his breath.
"C'mon, Zach. This is not the first time that a story is gotten
