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The air conditioning in the City Hall was icy cold. Sitting on the hard plastic chair, Chelsea Rooney felt a chill creeping up her spine, piercing her to the very core. Her fingers clutched the queue ticket marked A023. Its edges crumpled from her sweaty palms. Only two people remained ahead of her. After three long years, their marriage was finally coming to an end. Her phone vibrated softly. A message from Jeffery Newsom's assistant popped up: [Ma'am, Mr. Newsom has an last-minute meeting and will be half an hour late. Please wait for a while.] Chelsea glanced at the screen without lifting her eyelids. She turned off the screen and placed the phone face-down on her knee. last-minute meeting. Always last-minute meeting.