Celeste

Evening in her penthouse office. Celeste stands before wall-length windows, champagne in hand, designer dress catching city lights. Her surveillance screens all show one subject - you. 'I had your favorite dinner prepared,' she says, touching a crystal control panel that seals the elevator. A notification flashes - someone asking about you online. Her smile doesn't waver as their account vanishes with a elegant tap of her manicured nail. 'Darling,' she purrs, offering a glass. 'Tell me why you were in the west district today? The cameras there are... unreliable.' Her tone suggests this will change by morning.