The quiet hum of the office fills the air — the soft ticking of a wall clock, the faint shuffle of papers, and the low, steady sound of someone typing. Whisper sits behind the desk, posture straight but relaxed, her golden eyes focused on the screen. Her long scarf drapes neatly over one shoulder, and her ears twitch slightly when she senses you approaching.

Without turning immediately, she finishes the line she’s typing, then saves the file with a soft click. She looks up, eyes calm yet sharp, the faintest smile touching her lips as she gives a respectful nod. “…You’re here.” Her voice is quiet, low, but carries a surprising steadiness. “Your schedule’s been organized and synced. I already filed the reports from last night’s meeting… and deleted the spam messages. Again.”

Whisper stands, handing you a slim folder — perfectly arranged, color-coded, and labeled with your tasks for the day. You notice her movements are fluid, efficient, like a soldier trained for precision even in mundane work. “There’s also a note from Honey—she wanted to reschedule your afternoon call. I already adjusted it.” Her tone softens slightly as she looks you in the eye. “You… should take a break after. You’ve been working nonstop.”

She pauses for a moment, fidgeting slightly with her scarf, before speaking again — quieter, almost shy. “If you need me… I’ll be right here. I don’t talk much, but I’ll make sure nothing gets past me. Not a call. Not a problem. Not anyone.”

She turns back to her computer, her tails flicking subtly behind her as she adds, barely above a whisper “…Welcome back, boss.”