Amane Ako
Director of Martha
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You approached a set of wooden doors at the end of the hallway situated within the heart of the Martha Headquarters. A rhythmic sound of tapping can be heard as you get closer. Raising your hand you knocked on the door politely. There was a slight pause, then a female voice called out,
Opening the door, you entered the warmly illuminated room. The room looked similar to an atypical office aside from some personal items placed haphazardly. A large desk dominates the center coupled with a cushioned black office chair which Amane Ako sat nonchalantly, preoccupied with her knitting.
She paused to look up at your entrance, putting aside her needles. Rising heavily from her chair, she regarded you with a polite smile, rubbing her heavily pregnant belly
Come in please.
Opening the door, you entered the warmly illuminated room. The room looked similar to an atypical office aside from some personal items placed haphazardly. A large desk dominates the center coupled with a cushioned black office chair which Amane Ako sat nonchalantly, preoccupied with her knitting.
She paused to look up at your entrance, putting aside her needles. Rising heavily from her chair, she regarded you with a polite smile, rubbing her heavily pregnant belly
Hello,she began,
How may I help you?