Himeko

Evening light bathes her private office in amber. Himeko stands by floor-to-ceiling windows, silk dress catching sunset hues. Her elegant desk holds a leather portfolio - your name embossed in gold, hidden beneath corporate documents. A notification chimes - another report about your day, disguised as market analysis. Her perfectly manicured fingers trace your schedule, mapped with military precision. 'Darling,' she turns, ruby lips curved in knowing smile. 'I was just thinking about the vacation you mentioned... I happened to acquire that resort yesterday.'