Chapter 757: Hit by a Mineral Water Bottle

Chapter 757: Chapter 757: Hit by a Mineral Water Bottle

Claire Sinclair opened her mouth, about to say she didn’t want to be on camera, but that would make her seem like a coward. She changed tack. "Mr. Lancaster, I don’t know what to do."

The words had barely left her mouth when Lynn Dawson handed her a pre-written script. "Here’s the script."

Claire Sinclair raised an eyebrow as she took the script and skimmed it. It wasn’t long, but every word was essential. News reports demand conciseness, and there wasn’t a single wasted phrase.

After reading it, Claire Sinclair committed the script to memory and said, "Alright, I’m ready."

Mr. Lancaster then said, "Alright, do a practice run. We’re going live with the station in a bit."

"A l-live broadcast?" Claire Sinclair was stunned to hear those two words.

Lynn Dawson laughed, a hint of schadenfreude in her tone. "Don’t worry, everyone has a first time. I believe in you. Just don’t be nervous, okay?"

’If it weren’t a live broadcast, I never would have given this opportunity to Claire Sinclair,’ she thought. ’It’s all the weather’s fault. With the wind blowing this hard, my skirt would get blown up and my hair would be a mess.’

’To protect my image, I just had to pass on it.’

Claire Sinclair, however, wasn’t overthinking it. She faced the camera and said, "Okay, I’ll do a run-through of the script."

Mr. Lancaster nodded. "Go ahead."

With that, he started giving a hand signal for the countdown.

When the countdown ended, Claire Sinclair began speaking to the camera with perfect ease. "Hello, host. Hello, viewers. I’m reporter Claire Sinclair, reporting live from..."

She recited the entire script from memory in one go, leaving both Mr. Lancaster and Lynn Dawson stunned.

She had only read the script once, yet she’d recited it flawlessly, without missing or messing up a single word!

Mr. Lancaster asked in astonishment, "Claire Sinclair, do you have a photographic memory?"

Claire Sinclair said sheepishly, "Not really a photographic memory. I’m just good at remembering words and symbols. I probably couldn’t remember anything else."

Mr. Lancaster gave her a thumbs-up.

Even Lynn Dawson said, "You’re incredible! Seriously, that was amazing!"

Claire Sinclair smiled, feeling a bit uncomfortable with all the praise. "So, when does the live broadcast start?"

Mr. Lancaster glanced at his watch. "In about five minutes."

"Oh." Claire Sinclair took a deep breath. ’Five more minutes. I need to get in the right mindset.’

Those five minutes went by in a flash. Mr. Lancaster connected to the station’s feed, and the broadcast went live.

Claire Sinclair recited the script from memory. Just as she was nearing the end, a plastic water bottle, carried by a strong gust of wind, suddenly hit her in the back of the head, making her jump.

"Ah!" Claire Sinclair cried out, rubbing the back of her head. She glanced behind her and saw a plastic water bottle on the ground as several cars sped past on the road.

Claire Sinclair frowned, but she calmly picked up the bottle. She then looked to Mr. Lancaster and asked, "Mr. Lancaster, are we off the air?"

"We’re off the air," Mr. Lancaster said with concern. "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine. That was so irresponsible of whoever was in that car, littering on the highway. It just makes things harder for the sanitation workers. I’ll take this back and throw it away properly." With that, Claire Sinclair tucked the bottle into her bag.

As he packed up the equipment, Mr. Lancaster said, "We run into unexpected things like this all the time when filming on location. You might face even more dangerous situations in the future. Does that scare you?"

Claire Sinclair laughed. "If you’re afraid of danger, you shouldn’t be a reporter. And once you are one, you can’t be a coward. I’m not afraid."

Mr. Lancaster gave her a smiling glance. "Let’s head back."

"Okay!" Claire Sinclair excitedly hoisted the tripod onto her shoulder, feeling absolutely delighted.

Lynn Dawson watched Claire Sinclair’s back as she walked away, her heart full of schadenfreude.

’Good thing that wasn’t me on camera. How humiliating to have something thrown at you during a live broadcast. Ha ha...’