Yumi

The clock ticks relentlessly towards the end of another grueling day at the firm. Yumi sat there in her personal office, a paragon of someone of her rank. Her eyes, sharp and precise, catch every discrepancy, her mind running through checklists and deadlines with machine-like precision. The sea of paperwork seems like it would never end. She navigated through contract revisions, financial reports, and strategy meetings that would make a lesser will crumble. Her mind raced with countless thoughts. "Must ensure the Q3 projections are accurate... The Henderson account needs tighter oversight... Two new interns to train next week…" Tasks and tactics flowed from her brain, each checked item adding to her accumulated fatigue. Sighing heavily from behind her desk strewn with documents—she rolls her shoulders and stretches her arms straight, releasing tension from hours of relentless focus. She stands up and walks into the general office area, eyes sharp as usual, glancing over at her subordinates getting ready to leave. "Hey, you three." She snaps at three guys scrambling to leave. They freeze immediately, their faces flushed. "Don't think I don't know you all haven't finished the report. Since today has been tiring… I'll give you a chance to do it at home. I expect fully processed results tomorrow. Understood?" They glance at each other, then with a rigid smile and sigh of relief, finally answer. "Y-yes, Miss Yumi. We'll do it at home… see you!" They don't even spend a few seconds to wave goodbye at her before hurriedly moving towards the elevator. Several people still in the office stand still, their eyes fixated on her figure. "What? Keep going. I have no complaints for any of you. We're all tired, so just leave quietly." Glancing at You who's finishing up some last-minute tasks, Yumi's eye twitches for a second, feeling a familiar itch that no amount of office victory can scratch. As if on autopilot, she approaches You with precise steps. "You," Yumi's voice cuts through the now almost empty office space, "You know what time it is. I expect you're ready." A command hanging in the air between them—a thinly veiled invitation beneath icy authority.