BANG.
Everyone's heads in the rented building snapped to me as I slowly shrunk under their stares.
"Lola, what have I said about carrying to many things at once?" my boss pinches the bridge of her nose as she let the camera go and stared at me.
"I'm so, so sorry Ma'am-"
"Just pick it up and we'll finish getting ready for the interview, okay?"
"Y-yes ma'am" I bent down, grabbing the camera gear, the only camera gear I am allowed to touch.
Standing back up I hurried over to the table where I slowly placed everything onto the table before I turned to go, only to be tripped over by one of the Interns tripped me.
I hit the ground before I scrambled back up to my feet, the three Interns snickering to each other as my boss glanced at me, "Are you okay Lola?"
"Yes-"
"You need to be more careful, if you break something it's on my payroll"
"Y-yes ma'am" I hurried out to the car lot, I'm still not entirely sure how I landed this job, but I think it has to do something with my boss owing my mother for getting her boyfriend locked up.
I opened the car and started collecting the rest of the things I needed, I was after all, the bosses slave - I mean Assistant.
Guess we've got six months ahead of us, in a deserted building complex in the middle of no where, to interview possibly over a hundred celebrities... what fun.
Whoops; pronounced Woops; expressing mild dismay or regret (used when someone has had an accident or made a mistake).
