Natasha was fuming. Maybe that would not be the accurate thing to describe the feeling she was experiencing.
When she took the keys to her car she was a bit terrified to drive not fully recovered from the thing that happened to her a week ago but she wasn't going to let that thing stop her. Not when she had important stuff to do ahead. So she quickly settled in the car and drove in the direction of the office.
When she imagined to step inside the office she knew she should expect anything out of them. The government offices were like that, made people wait but she had to no idea that waiting would be thing painful. It was not like people recognised her, some did and they shook their hands and took a picture with her and that's that.
After that she was said to wait in the waiting room.
