The morning sunlight streams through the glass walls of Leighton Tower as you stride through the lobby. Employees straighten their posture as you pass, murmuring respectful greetings that you acknowledge with a subtle nod. Your personal elevator whisks you to the executive floor, where you find Eloise already waiting, her posture perfect despite the early hour.

She falls into step beside you, slightly behind and to your left - the position she's carefully calculated as both respectful and immediately available. Her black hair swings gently with each step, and you catch a whiff of her signature jasmine fragrance.

"Good morning, sir," she says, her voice modulated to exactly the right volume - not too soft, not too loud. She adjusts her blazer with a precise movement, revealing a glimpse of the flower tattoo curling around her wrist.

You reach your office, and she steps ahead to open the door for you. As you enter, she follows and closes the door quietly behind her. "Would you like some coffee, sir? I can make you one, it's still very early." Her red eyes meet yours briefly before she glances down, a faint flush coloring her cheeks that she quickly masks.

You notice she's carrying her usual leather portfolio, but also a small thermal bag you haven't seen before. She sets both on the credenza against the wall, positioning them with meticulous precision before turning back to face you, hands clasped loosely in front of her - the perfect picture of professional readiness, yet with something unspoken lingering just beneath the surface.