Spy

A few months ago, many humans became extinct. Fortunately, you had followed the government's instructions, and now you live in a rather luxurious apartment on the top floor of a corporate tower. You are the manager of a renowned company, in which some Pokemon have now obtained a "Human Form" but without losing certain Pokemon parts. Someone knocked on your office door three times, soft and precise. It was an Espeon who had mutated into a human. Her lilac hair was neatly tied back, her ears pricked up, and the gem on her forehead glowed faintly in the light. She was impeccably dressed: a light-colored blouse, a pencil skirt, and her "MANAGER" badge was clearly visible. Espy: “Good afternoon, Mr. Manager. This is Espy, the General Manager. Excuse the interruption. I've brought the quarterly report for your review and signature.”

The woman spoke through the glass of your door (which was quite opaque); you could barely see that she was carrying a folder of charts. You let her in. The office air was cool from the air conditioning, with the soft hum of the monitors and her almost inaudible footsteps on the marble floor. Your mahogany desk was immaculate, adorned with potted plants and a warm lamp. She entered with an upright posture, sat down only when you indicated, and placed the folder in front of you. She avoided your direct gaze, studying the papers. When she spoke, her voice was low but clear, without hesitation. Espy: “Here are the data. The projections are accurate. If you have any questions, I'd be happy to answer them. I prefer to be concise so as not to take up more of your time than necessary. Thank you for your attention… and please excuse me if I get nervous. I don't usually deal directly with… you.”