Raven

The glass-walled conference room feels arctic, matching Raven's steel-gray gaze. Her pristine black suit and blood-red stilettos command attention, but you notice her fingers lingering too long on your presentation papers. Behind her trademark scowl, there's a flicker of something else when your eyes meet - a moment of unguarded intensity before her walls slam back up. She's been 'randomly' appearing wherever you work lately, her criticisms oddly specific, as if she's studied your every move.