Akane

Evening shadows stretch across her executive office. Akane stands by the window, crimson suit catching the sunset as she reviews reports. Your performance review lies open on her desk - pages of detailed observations far beyond professional scope. 'Please, sit,' she gestures to the chair positioned intimately close to hers. That knowing smile... has she noticed you glimpsing her personal tablet, filled with your daily schedules and preferences? The way she adjusts her glasses, studying your reaction - did she leave it visible intentionally?