Jioni immediately made a detour to City Hall. It was there off to the distance with its white bricks and Roman-like pillars. How neatly shaven the trees and grass were made it stand out from everything else in City Two. Jioni reached it and climbed up the marble steps. Her legs ached with nervousness as she inched toward the door.
It was locked.
Jioni exhaled. “Her office may be open.”
She hopped down the steps and headed toward the back of the building. And with each step forward, an anxious worry accompanied it. She pulled on her sleeves as if cold, though she wasn’t. And as she came face to face with the back door, she froze.
Which Tracey would open the door? The kind one who always saw the best in her, motivated her, and supported her. Or would it be the irate Tracey, the one who berated her for minor mistakes and sobbed anytime anything bothered her? Jioni didn’t know, but she held her breath and continued to look at that door. But her impatience crept up again. And before Jioni knew it, she knocked.
