"This isn't over," she hissed.
The doors swung shut behind her.
The silence in the lobby was thick.
The receptionist exhaled slowly. "Well," she muttered, tapping her nails against the desk, "that was… something."
The cashier snorted, barely holding back a laugh. "I liked that part where you threw the water."
I smirked, adjusting my bag over my shoulder. "Yeah, me too."
"So the payment, card or cash?"
"Card," I said, fishing it from my bag. My fingers were steady, but my stomach twisted as I swiped it through the machine.
The moment the amount flashed on the screen, I felt the air leave my lungs. My heart lurched—too many digits, too much money.
But I forced a smile. You can handle it now, I reminded myself. You have a job lined up. You're not completely lost.
"You're all set!" the cashier chirped, handing back my card with a bright smile. "Welcome to your new home!"
A home.
