Chapter 98: Meet THE uncle

The lobby of the city's Governor's Administration was spacious, elegant, and slithering in luxury, but also had air no different than the sweaty lobbies at the overcrowded doctor's office. 

Every seat was taken by a customer, each of them holding for their dear life the small, paper ticket outlining their number in the queue. 

And all of that, roughly an hour before the office would officially open and the clerks would man their stations. 

Right now, all the customers with actually urgent matters to deal with yet no backing to get easier, backdoor access had no other choice but to waste an hour of their time just waiting for the office to open. 

In exchange, rather than relying on the fancy new idea of using tickets, most of them organized into various queues designated for each of the stations and based on nothing more but a honor system.