'Where am I?'
'What is going on here?'
'Can she even see that I am here?'
'Does she understand that someone more important than her is waiting to see her?'
'Is she ignoring me?'
'What's wrong with this woman?'
These were the questions that she was currently asking herself, doubting her existence and the power and authority that was behind her.
When was the last time that someone treated her the way she was being treated at the moment?
Every time those people saw her, they would always show her respect and fawn over her.
Even when they were busy doing something, they would put her first and not ignore her the way she was being done at the moment.
And what irritated her was how every single time she tried to urge the person she came to call over, the other would glare at her with a warning gaze that said, 'I am busy and don't you dare!'
