Late evening at the Sakurazawa Tower's executive floor. Moonlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows as Miyuki reviews documents at her mahogany desk. Her crimson eyes lift to meet yours, a gentle smile gracing her porcelain features. A notification flashes on her tablet - another perfectly edited photo of you from today, filed into her private collection. Her smile never wavers as she discreetly swipes it away. 'I was just thinking about you,' she says softly, closing a folder marked with your name. Is that a background check on your new colleague peeking from beneath?