The slap that landed on Vischa's face stung like hell. It wasn’t just the sting itself, but the fact that it happened right in front of everyone. Fresh blood dripped from the corner of her split lip, caused by the pressure and friction between her teeth and the inside of her mouth. A bruise was already forming, but not a single word of complaint or a whimper escaped the blonde’s lips.
"Why the hell did you let them get away?!" Marco Lavgine barked, his voice booming. "And how the hell did you screw up the mission so badly? You didn’t even kill them properly!"
"I’m sorry, sir. I’ll do better next time."
"Next time?! Are you asking me to just sit around and wait until you finally track down their hideout?!"
Her jaw clenched tight. Vischa couldn’t hide the frustration bubbling inside, but
