Chapter 33
Janessa's POV
The air smelled like burnt printer ink, strong coffee, and too little ambition. The sharp scent of disinfectant stung my nose.
I’d been in the government office for almost four hours. Watching a middle-aged man sip tea like he owned time itself.
His newspaper rustled louder than my patience.
I strode to the receptionist again.
“Ma’am, please wait,” the receptionist said again, eyes glued to her phone.
“I’ve been waiting,” I replied, voice sharp. “Since 8:30. It’s almost noon. I just need to check the progress on my registration.”
She smiled like she was doing me a favor.
Translation: not my problem.
I wondered if she even remembered my issue.
I sighed, scanning the office. White walls, faded motivational posters, a ceiling light flickering weakly.
