Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Amelia]

After a rather long trip to the recruitment office, Naomi let out a sigh as relief as soon as she reached it. Upon arriving at the office, she knocked on the door and entered it once someone said to come in.

A woman waved Naomi inside and smiled as she approached her. "How can I help you, Miss?"

Naomi blushed lightly, returned the smile and was noticeable nervous. "H-hey... uhm... s-someone told me to go to the recruitment office for the transfer from the Bretonian Intelligence Service to the Primary Fleet. A-am I at the right place here?"

The woman behind the desk nodded, still smiling. "What's your name and did you already filled out the document including the details of the transfer?"

"M-my name is Naomi Woods." She said nervously and pulled out a document of her jacket. "And that's the document, m-ma'am!"

"Alright then, Miss Woods. Lay the document here on the desk and we will contact you as soon as the transfer has been processed." The woman said with a smile.

"O-okay. Thank you, ma'am!" Naomi replied, laying the document on the desk and slowly heading out of the room. "Bye-bye!"

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