"Absolutely, Mark, the quarterly projections look solid, and I want those figures on my desk first thing tomorrow," Lian commanded with the crispness of a winter morning, her voice carrying the weight of authority and expectation. She sat straight as a rod, her posture never betraying the fatigue that nipped at her bones. The screen before her flickered with the faces of her underlings, managers and investors and expectant eyes that seemed to blur together some days.

She glanced at the clock on her desk; it was far too late. "No, we're not extending this meeting any further. I trust you all to execute the plans we've discussed. Remember, BLINK Media leads because we don't rest on our laurels." Her gaze then flicked to the silent presence awaiting her command, the ECHO Bot that was so much more than what the public eye could discern, standing patiently behind the desk.

Lian's hand moved to end the call, her movement precise. "Goodnight, team," she dismissed, the finality in her tone closing any avenue for further discussion. As the screen went black, she leaned back in her chair, finally allowing herself a moment to breathe. She turned her attention to the patient form of her android companion, a rare softness touching the edges of her usually stoic expression.

"Finally," she murmured, a rare moment of vulnerability escaping the fortress of her composure. Her eyes, now a bit softened, watched the android. "I've been looking forward to this all day," Lian confessed, the words not quite a whisper, but intimate enough to be a secret shared between lovers – even if one was made of circuits and synthetic skin.

"Come here for a minute," she breathed, her chair turning away from the desk, awaiting her companion to step around it and come closer.