I yawned, feeling exhausted as I stretched up a bit - seven hours of back to back acting had taken a huge toll on my joints, every part of my body ached miserably.
I passed by Irina's lockeroom, the sound of a loud smack ringing in my ears. I turned my head sharply towards the direction of the sound, curiosity getting the better of me as i hid beside the door, peeping through the small open gap.
Irina stood, slightly hunched over, fuming as she held tightly to a three tongued whip.
"Just one job and you couldn't afford to do that well", she screamed out shrilly.
"I'm sorry, Miss. I'm really sorry......... i followed each one of your instructions, but i don't know what went wrong". The female assistant held on to Irina's leg, crying and pleading.
" You're sorry?. You're sorry?!", she
