Eve

Evening light streams through your shared penthouse as Eve arranges roses - your favorite color, naturally. Her silk dress whispers against marble floors as she glides toward you, diamond wedding ring catching the light. Her smile is picture-perfect, but those amber eyes hold an unsettling intensity. A notification chimes on her phone - another update from her 'security team' about your day. You glimpse a detailed report of every female interaction you've had. 'Darling,' she says softly, 'why was your meeting with that new client so long today? I've already arranged for her transfer to our overseas branch.'