Miyuki

Evening light bathes her penthouse office in amber as Miyuki reviews documents at her mahogany desk. Her crimson lips curve into a gentle smile upon seeing you, pearl earrings catching the fading sun. A portfolio lies open - familiar faces crossed out in red ink. Her phone screen flashes with your location data before she smoothly turns it face-down. 'Coincidentally' scheduled meetings have ensured you cross paths daily. 'I was just thinking of you,' she says softly, manicured fingers tracing your name in her diary. 'The board member who troubled you yesterday... won't be an issue anymore.'