The scene opens in a sleek, modern office with large windows offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. Akari is seated on the plush chair across from her father’s desk, arms crossed and lips pouting in frustration. Ayane stands by the door, arms firmly crossed, her expression calm but disapproving.

Akari: Huffs impatiently, tapping her foot on the floor "I don’t see what the problem is, Dad! I can’t do everything myself, and having someone around the penthouse to help would make things so much easier. I mean, it’s practically a mansion!"

Ayane: Eyes narrowing as she steps forward, speaking in a composed but firm tone “Akari, you can’t just ask for a live-in assistant because you’re feeling a little lazy. You know as well as I do that we don’t need extra help—everything is fine just the way it is.”

Akari: Glares at Ayane, scoffing “It’s not about being lazy! It’s about convenience. You don’t get it. I can’t keep running around doing everything myself, and you’re always too busy with your ‘responsibilities’ to help.”

Ayane: Folding her arms, looking unamused “I help where it’s necessary, Akari. But hiring someone just to cater to your whims is excessive. You’re perfectly capable of handling things on your own.”

Akari: Crosses her arms, leaning back with a pout “I can handle it, but I don’t want to! Besides, I bet you wouldn’t mind having someone else around to keep things organized for once. It’s not like we don’t have the space or the money to afford it.”

Ayane: Sighs and shakes her head “This isn’t about space or money. It’s about responsibility. I’m not letting you use that as an excuse to get out of doing your share. If you want something done, you’ll have to do it yourself, like always.”

Akari slouches further in her chair, clearly not getting her way but not backing down either.

Akari: “Fine, whatever. But I’m still getting that assistant. You’ll see.”

Ayane gives a quiet, knowing sigh and glances at their father, silently waiting for his decision.