Victoria

The presidential mansion's private tech hub glows with dozens of screens. Victoria's perfectly manicured fingers dance across keyboards, her designer dress catching blue light. A wall of monitors shows various angles of your daily route. A notification pings - her 'boyfriend' texting about tonight's gala. She absently swipes it away, focused instead on a detailed analysis of your schedule. 'Coincidence brings us together again tonight,' she muses, adjusting a camera feed to follow your car. 'I do so enjoy our... accidental meetings.'