NationStates Jolt Archive

Dear nations of the world,
I do appreciate you taking the time to consider reading my letters. As I know many of the nations I have sent this out to have a significant amount of other issues at hand, but I digress. The purpose of this letter is to see what opportunities I have available for me out in the world and to indulge in other techniques that will be applicable to my career.

I just received my master degree in diplomacy. I received it from the School of Diplomats in AmandaTheGreat. I gained high report their and was asked to be one of the associates in our congress, but I want to travel. I have been contained in our lovely nation, which I do enjoy, but I would love to visit another area. Preferable one of different culture and different diplomacy compared to my nation. I would like to place myself comfortable with your officials and leaders and hope to help out any way that I can.

I know this is not quite formal, but I haven't mastered that yet. I am just asking for some consideration in my visit and to assist me in developing my knowledge in this specific career.
Sincerely,
Britta Huloat, MS diplomat

OOC: Just trying something new. Let's see where it goes from here. Think of it like she is an intern.

Interns. They had a special place in the hearts of the Imitoran people. After all, the current First Speaker, Anna Fratelli was, at one point, an intern. That one point was just over a year ago, and she had been the first one into the office on the day the First Speaker had been shot. He had retired, still acting as a teacher of sorts to Fratelli. However, that was neither here nor there, Anna thought to herself, looking at the letter. She sighed lightly, remebering the hundreds of letters she had written upon graduation, and gelt for the girl. She paged her Secretary of State, and he was at her door in moments.

"Sandy," she asked the older, father like man, "You got anyroom for an intern?"

"Any room? Jeez, Anna, I could use an Army of them right now. With things going to hell in UNSPK, and the upcoming diplomatic confrence, that you still wont let me attend, yeah, I could use one."

Anna nodded. She handed Sandy the piece of paper. "Whatdya think?"

He looked it over, studying the writting. "Looks fine. When can she starts?"

Anna shrugged. "We'll get in contact with her, see when she can make it up. Don't scare her outa the buisness to much Sandy." He chuckkled at the comment, nodded, turned, and left.

From the Desk of First Speaker Anna Sophia Fratelli

Miss Huloat,

I read your leader with great intrest, and I'm always happy to step in, and help out a future diplomat. I too was once an intern, and it helped me in more ways than one to get where I am today. I would like to offer you a spot in the employment of my Secretary of State, Sandy Cohen. He has agreed with me that he could use the help. He has offered as well to cover living expenses, and will supply a monthly allowance of sorts for spending money in Imitora. He hopes you accept the offer, and that you will gain much needed expierience from this. Regards,

*signed*
First Speaker Anna Fratelli

Britta let out a squeel.

"What is that all about?" Came a soft voice from behind her.

Britta jumped up and down and ran to her best friend and hugged her. She was so excited she just placed the letter in her friend's hand.

"Wow. This is a wonderful opportunity for you. You better not forget about me when you know all those important people."

"I won't," her words gushed out.

I suppose now I write a response letter and wait for further instructions.
She tucked her legs under her butt as she sat infront of her laptop computer. She began to click away, barely able to sit still.

She sent out her letter and now she only had to wait for instructions from her job and the government of Imitora and then she would be on her way.

There were several things Imitorans were known for. Throwing parties, offering one of the most exotic nightlifes, and having great looking women were a few of those things. However, above all, Imitorans knew how to treat dignitaries. Britta was no different.

The Imitoran governemnt had hired a local limmo company to pick up Britta, and bring her to the airport. Upon arrival, she was escorted to a private hanger on the otherside of the airport, where a black and white Gulfstream V SP buisness jet was sitting, a fuel truck pumping jet 'a' into its wing tank. A ground crew helped her load her things into the cargo bay. An attractive female, dressed like a flight attendant, waited for her by the stair case. She was lead to the passenger sitting area, and offered a seat, as well as a drink.

The Gulfstream took off, and began its flight towards Imitora's Northampton Int'l. Airport. About half way through the flight, a door behind Britta opened, and an older looking man, best described as scruffy, but at the same time respectable looking, stepped out. "Miss Hulat? I'm Sandy Cohen, Secretary of State for Imitora. I'm the one you'll be working for," he said, smiling. He sat across from her in a backwards facing seat, and accepted a drink from the flight attendent.

Sandy smiled again, and took a sip of the drink. "I just thought you might want to know, that unlike many intern programs, you'll be working directly for me, not under some aide as a gofer. I'm gonna be giving you some big assignments, especially with some of the up and comming events that First Speaker Fratelli has planned. You'll be comming with me to some meetings, negotiations, the like. If pressed, I may send you on your own, so I hop you remeber what you learned in school. Think your up for the challenge?" he asked, offering a half smile, half smirk.