With almost shaking legs and a racing heart, Afina tapped on the door lightly. She hated the thought of having to face Matron Valentina because it was apparent enough that the woman did not like her in the least bit.
In the sand line, all you need to do was be a low-class citizen and you'd be disliked by the rich folks.
It was probably so in all of the other six lines too. Money, wealth, qi, and power all matter in the lines as much as oxygen matters to humans.
Even though the knock was too gentle and not audible, the door got opened still.
Afina stole one last glance at Gia with fear in her eyes while the latter gave her one last encouraging smile.
The face behind the door was so familiar. It was that of the secretary that was calling them inside back in the interview parlor during the application interviews.
