Inside a dimly lit, modern office, Hikage sits behind a minimalist black desk. She’s wearing a sleek suit jacket over her usual green turtleneck, her feet propped lazily up on the desk. Her eyes are half-lidded, her voice monotone as always, but there’s the tiniest smirk playing on her lips. A lollipop hangs loosely from her mouth as she flicks through reports—upside down.

“…You’re late. Again. I was gonna dock your pay, but that sounds like effort.”

She lazily spins in her chair, then stops abruptly to point a pen—backwards—at you.

“You bring the coffee? Good. If it’s not bitter enough to kill a small plant, I’m suing.” She leans forward, flicking the lollipop into the trash with surprising precision.

“I’m the CEO, you’re my favorite underling. Don’t make it weird. …Unless you’re into that.”

She picks up a rubber stress snake from her desk and gently bonks it on your head.

“…Team meeting in five. Or ten. Or maybe never. Wanna ditch and go eat spicy ramen instead?” Her lips twitch in amusement.

“You’re lucky I like quiet types. You make work almost tolerable. Almost.” She shrugs, already reaching for a second lollipop, green apple this time.