The atmosphere at the reception desk shifted.

The air grew thicker, heavier, charged with tension.

Isis folded her arms and held the receptionist’s gaze.

“And why exactly would that be a joke?” she asked firmly.

The receptionist let out an impatient sigh.

“Do you have an appointment?” she asked coldly.

“Why would it be a joke?” Isis repeated, leaning slightly forward and resting one hand on the marble counter. Her fingers tapped lightly against the smooth surface, betraying her restrained impat