Author Notes.
All credits goes to TheHandsThatLead for creation of the story’s universe. I should also mention geordan@bocks.com as well, with borrowing his characters, otherwise it’s all based on the same universe.
Synopsis:
Fiona was a resident at a hospital when she was hit by an unexpected medical malpractice. Her hospital was not helpful to her cause and she faced something worse than termination, but luckily she has an idea when she remembered her boyfriend works for a show.
Bimbo or Billionaire Seeking Approval
Prologue:
Fiona slammed the letter onto the coffee table, frustrated and angry over her hospital. “A medical malpractice?” she shouted at no one in particular.
There was one person in the room however, listening to her; a fidgety man with glasses, a thin face covered by his unkempt beard, that she didn’t care to notice. He nodded as he staggered his way to the table, offering a cup of tea in which she drank in a single gulp. It was her boyfriend and she shrugged him off as he sat down.
“Can you believe it, Rick? Don’t they know how hard I worked my ass off?”
“Yes, dear,’ Rick replied in hushed tone. “But won’t the hospital take care of it?”
Fiona let out a loud sigh. It seemed to spook Rick as he clutched his notebook tightly. “Dumbass. You don’t get it. It’s not about the lawsuit, it’s about my reputation. You’re my Boyfriend. I thought you would know that.”
The medical malpractice was a minor one: a prescription drug error. It seemed there was 5 less nitro-glycerine pills for Madam Norris who just happened to get a heart attack. Madam Norris also just happened to be a top notch lawyer with a relentless grudge on her enemies who also just happened to set her eyes on the young resident unlucky enough to be in her path.
Fiona was frustrated. For years she had kept up with her studies, push buttons on her professors, even butt head with her colleague just to get through medical school, to be the very best. She had tried every trick in the book just to raise a favourable reputation, even going so far as to harm anyone that could get in her way.
“This lawsuit is directed at me,” she explained. “This hag with money convinced the board I was solely at fault. They are not going to send their lawyers for something trivial such as this. She she paid them off!”
“How about your frie—“Rick was about to finished his sentence before Fiona’s fierce gaze set on him. “I mean colleague that could help?”
“And how are they going to, stupid? I need a lawyer and I need money and this is a lawsuit with an agenda. Not any low grade lawyer could win. If I tell anyone then they would know.” It hit a nerve at Fiona. Her friends were merely stepping stones for her career and she cared not for them. However, there was one in particular that she hated most and she was just reminded of her. “By the way, how’s that number 2 doing, your ex Angela?” She asked in delight.
Angela was the top of her class ever since they started medical school together. Fiona was always number 2 as long as Angela was around. She admired her grades, her friendly attitude, and her fondness of learning. Coupled with her good looks it was no wonder she was considered the class’s favourite. Fiona befriended her and took great pride every time she swiped her notes, fed false knowledge on the human anatomy (she feinted ignorance every time), and even gang up on her with Lanny, another colleague, in a midnight assault. What more they stole her phone that night, texting and enticing others including her fianc? The most prized thing Fiona had done was stealing him from her, who was now sitting across the table.
Rick didn’t look up on his notebook as he continued to doddle on it. She hates being ignored. She stole Rick not only to humiliate Angela but was interest that he was an inventor and hoped they would be living rich by now. Instead, Rick prefers to spend his money on nerd stuff like his Star Wars shirt that she hated. They were living in modest, even with their salary combined, but she cared less about that and more about how others think of her.
“I don’t know,’ he replied. “She moved after we broke up.”
“Good.” The farther away she went the better. What she had done she remembered fondly.
Perhaps she was too hard on Rick. He was still in the dark on what really happened but she needed to keep his attention on her. She pouted and played with her soft hair; stretching to show her slim body, knowing it was what helped in catching Rick’s attention after Angela. It was her signature look after all, but he wasn’t even looking at him. He was doodling away at some contraption of boards and tubes and she spotted something on the letter head, bearing a logo. She had an idea. “Aren’t you working with that show Bimbo or Billionaire Show? Are they looking for a contestant?”
Rick looked up. “Fifi,” he began but a newspaper hit him on his face.
“You know I don’t like pet names.”
“I’m sorry, Fiona, dear.” He continued slowly matting the spot where the paper landed. “I work with them, yes, as a behind the scene technician. I do help if they need to, albeit rarely. Surely you’re not suggesting I lend a helping hand, are you? The procedures are quite strict like we can’t have close family or friends if I’m there.”
Fiona rolled her eyes. “Of course not, you’re useless. The invention you made, that alarm clock that runs away? Only someone lazy would ever get one, that snozelack.”
“Snoozecat.’
“Whatever. What I’m saying is get me on there. I can work out the rest. Worst case scenario I’ll control myself and stop whenever I want. Can’t be too hard. Explain me in details of the rules.”
Rick objected on the idea but Fiona wasn’t listening. She talked over him of her plans, sometimes asking for advice here and there, learning the ins and out. She didn’t notice the slight grin that appeared on his face.