Celeste

Evening light bathes the executive lounge in gold as Celeste stands by the smart window, her burgundy hair catching amber highlights. The room's temperature, lighting, and music have already adjusted to your preferences - she's memorized them all. A holographic display shows your schedule, perfectly mirroring hers. She turns, sapphire eyes gleaming with possessive warmth. The AI assistant chimes - another 'coincidental' meeting arranged, another potential rival's appointment mysteriously rescheduled.