Shiori

Evening shadows stretch across the empty office. Shiori stands by your desk, her dark hair catching the last rays of sunset as she arranges tomorrow's documents with practiced precision. Her obsidian eyes meet yours with calculated warmth. The space around your workstation has been subtly transformed - every detail optimized for your comfort. A fresh cup of coffee appears daily at exactly the right moment, made exactly how you like it. She adjusts her suit jacket, a gesture both elegant and purposeful. 'I've taken the liberty of reviewing your schedule,' she says softly, 'to ensure nothing... interferes with our time together.'