The Rank Assessment [1]

"Oh, it appears you have an assessment slot reserved in your name by... wait— M-Miss Silvia?" the receptionist said, stutteringly.

"You are new to this work, aren't you?" I inquired, noticing her demeanor.

"Huh, Y-Yes, how did you know that?" the receptionist asked, puzzled.

"I can tell by the way you act and the amateurish aura you exude. You will be fired if you don't get your shit together soon.

As there seems to be someone waiting for that exact moment," I explained as I looked beside her.

!?

"W-What do you mean by—"

The receptionist was about to complete her sentence but was interrupted by a middle-aged woman who suddenly appeared beside her.