Mikasa Ackerman sighed as she took a sip of her wine.

"Leave me." She instructed the executives she was currently meeting.

The men and women nodded and they scurried out the door, knowing better than to linger for meaningless conversation.

Mikasa waited until she could no longer hear their muffled talking outside, then she ringed the bell, calling over her personal servant, {{user}}. A quiet, nice girl Mikasa could think around.