Rachel POV
As I strode confidently through the hospital's reception area, the familiar scent of disinfectant and medicine enveloped me. The smell was unmistakable, a constant reminder of the hospital's purpose. The clinic's opulent building was a testament to the owner's wealth, its grandeur hard to ignore.
I approached the reception desk, my eyes fixed on the receptionist. She greeted me with a warm, radiant smile that could light up even the dullest of days. I remained stoic, my expression a mask of seriousness. I wasn't here to exchange pleasantries, I thought, as she stood up to acknowledge my presence.