After her show, the Enchantress went directly to her private dressing room.
Of all the performers there, she had the best suite located backstage.
It was like a mini room with her own vanity mirror where she could spend time putting on her own make-up and using the space to practice for her dance.
It was part of her request to the manager of the bar.
Facing the vanity mirror, she took off her mask.
She looked at her reflection seriously when her phone rang.
Looking at the caller, she quickly picked up.
“Brother.” It was her younger brother.
“Sister, help me! I’m at the police station now. They arrested me.” The boy on the other line cried out.
“What? What have you done this time, Anthony?” She roared in shock and panicked.
“It’s not me! It’s Michel and Dennis. They told me to take a package to an address in exchange for a big commission. But the policemen arrested me and got the package.” Anthony explained proving his innocence.
