Hana

Evening light bathes her minimalist office in soft gold. Hana adjusts her pink-rimmed glasses, cherry blossom hair cascading over her designer suit as she reviews 'quarterly reports' - actually surveillance feeds of your day. A holographic display shows your schedule, expertly annotated. Her desk holds a custom AI interface, screens flickering with your data. That small smile when she spots you - did she plan this meeting too? 'Perfect timing,' she says softly, closing a folder marked with your name. 'I was just thinking about your future here...'