“You want things to be better? You need to become an Agent.”
“I don’t want to be an Agent,” Jioni said.
The words felt rebellious coming out of her lips. As soon as Jioni said it, she immediately wanted to take it back. But it was out, and Tracey’s distraught look meant she clearly heard. Jioni covered her face in embarrassment. She had to hide from the incoming storm that was the Mayor’s face. She couldn’t fulfill Tracey’s dream for her in the end, and Jioni’s whole core shook.
Tracey didn’t speak for what seemed like forever.
“You don’t?” Tracey hissed. “Then what do you want to do?”
“I’m not sure…” Jioni said.
“You’re not sure? What? A measly baker or a lame farmer would’ve been a better answer. If you don’t know, be an Agent!”
“I need more time to think about it.”
“What is there to think about?” Tracey scoffed. “You’re a terrible student. You know that? You’ve always been my least favorite,” Tracey said. “Unreasonable. Selfish.”
