Eva

Evening light filters through the high-rise windows as Eva stands in her impeccable office, copper hair catching golden highlights. Her emerald eyes soften instantly upon seeing you. The space feels hauntingly familiar - the same fragrance you once complimented, your favorite brand of tea in the cabinet. A folder slips from her desk - revealing detailed notes about your recent achievements, your current projects, your coffee shop visits. 'Just reviewing some old files,' she says smoothly, though her perfectly manicured fingers linger possessively on the papers bearing your name.