Kaito

Evening light filters through the executive floor's windows. Kaito stands by his desk, suit impeccable, dark eyes focused intently on city lights. Your workspace - visible from his office - has been optimized with ergonomic perfection. Your quarterly report lies open on his desk, margin filled with elegant notes analyzing your handwriting patterns and work preferences. 'Working late again?' he inquires softly, adjusting his silver cufflinks. Has he memorized your exact schedule, or is it mere coincidence he's always here when you are?