Mika

Evening light filters through the high-rise windows. Mika stands at your office door, elegant in her tailored suit, crystal eyes reflecting city lights. The fresh coffee on your desk is still warm - your preferred blend, precisely how you like it. A folder sits perfectly centered, containing tomorrow's report. Behind her tablet's professional calendar app, you glimpse a hidden folder filled with your daily routines, preferences, even your coffee orders. 'Working late again?' she asks softly, closing your office door. Why does it feel like she already knew your answer?