Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Grin]

"So Jare Kalo was accepted then?" said Miss Brown, peering at the information on the screen in front of the Recruiting Officer.

"Yes indeed he was" said the Recruiting Officer, his mind reeling with totally unprofessional thoughts about Miss Brown's closeness.

"Then why haven't you pressed the Accept button, sir?" she smiled, sweetly, but archly, implying some failure on his part

"Because I was waiting for you to notice and draw it to my attention, of course..." he spluttered, trying to think quickly

"...And you have done so in remarkably good time. Well done!"

"Hmmm. You're welcome, sir" she said and stalked out of his office, leaving a sweet aroma of 'Moonlight of Omega-3' perfume for him to savour for a few moments more.

//Lark - PM sent

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