"Good day, Brigadier, Instructor!"
Flossie Wright salutes both men inside, after formally greeting, she lowers her hand, standing erect and looking at the man behind the desk. With not a hint of fear or timidity in her beautiful, narrow eyes, there's only tranquility and calm confidence. Even in face of this seasoned man, there is no sign of retreat.
"Flossie Wright, right?" The Brigadier gives her a thorough look, noting her possible hurried arrival right after the exercise, his expression softens. He nods slightly, "Come and sit here, I want to discuss something with you."
Thus, after exchanging glances with him, Flossie walks towards the chair on the other side of the desk and sits down naturally.
This unperturbed action nearly stunned the secretary standing at the door.
In recent years, this is the first time he has seen a new recruit remaining so composed in front of the Brigadier. Normally, others would be stuttering out of nervousness, let alone a female soldier…
