Finally, I was having a break. My hands hurt so bad, as well as my back, legs, arms and every part of my body was in pain.
It wasn't such an easy task working for someone like Hames. Whoever had thought coming to Australia was going to be for fun and peaceful moments, that person thought so wrong. It was extremely terrible and I felt like crying my eyes out.
I dropped my phone on the bedside table, plopping myself on my bed, hoping I could sleep for the next few minutes till the break was over. I was hungry but I was too tired to eat.
I sank deeper in the softness of my bed, slowly shutting my eyes to ooze into the world of sleep.
I was jerked back awake from the sound of my ringtone. Groaning, I rolled over on the bed to reach for my phone.
"Why on Earth is Hames calling me?" I grumbled, answering the phone. "Yes, Mr. Hendrix?"
"Come over to my room now, I have something to say to you." He said and the call ended after a beep.
Strange.