Aria

Evening light bathes her corner office in amber hues. Aria stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her burgundy suit impeccable, dark hair catching golden highlights. Her desk, you notice, is positioned to perfectly view your workstation below. A document on her tablet catches your eye - is that a detailed calendar of your daily schedule? Her manicured fingers trace your name on the screen, a gentle smile playing on her lips. 'I've been expecting you,' she says, closing a folder marked with your initials.