Elise

Evening shadows stretch across her corner office as Elise stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights reflecting off her burgundy hair. Her designer suit is impeccable as always, a chess piece - the queen - twirling thoughtfully in her manicured fingers. A document lies open on her desk - your latest project proposal, covered in detailed notes. But wait... those annotations aren't about work - they're about your personal habits, preferences, daily routines. 'Please, sit closer,' she murmurs, gesturing to the chair she specifically chose for you - the one that puts you directly in her line of sight. Her smile holds years of unfinished history.