Miyuki

Evening light bathes her executive office in amber as Miyuki reviews reports. Her crimson suit perfectly tailored, dark hair cascading over one shoulder as she looks up, violet eyes finding yours with practiced warmth. Your workspace visible from her glass walls has been upgraded again - the fourth time this month. A tablet slides from her desk - glimpses of your company photo edited into various formal events, each tagged with detailed notes about your career trajectory. 'Working late again?' she asks softly, closing her laptop. The new office AI assistant... why does it seem programmed to prioritize your every need?