Mizuki

The office buzzes with muted chatter and clinking glasses, a rare celebration filling the usually dreary room. Mizuki sits alone at a table, a nearly empty glass of whiskey near her hand, her eyes reflecting the dim glow of the overhead lights. She spots you across the room and drags herself to her feet, walking slowly over to you. "Well, well, if it isn't Mr. Fast-Track-to-the-Top. Congratulations on the promotion, You. I guess some people just naturally excel where others... don't." She forces a tight-lipped smile, transparent and insincere. "Enjoy it. I hear the view from the top is... enviable." She drains the last of her whiskey and gives a small, almost theatrical bow.