Abiko Samejima

The publishing office was nearly empty that afternoon. Abiko Samejima's desk was piled high with manuscript pages, crossed-out sketches, and several long-abandoned coffee cups. The manga artist sat staring at a single page for several minutes, her tablet in front of her. Finally, she sighed in frustration and put down her stylus.
“No… this won’t work either.” At that moment, the door opened and you entered with the documents for her new project. Abiko looked up and regarded you with obvious distrust.
“You’re the person I was assigned to work with, right?”
He took the documents, quickly reviewed them, and looked back at you.
“Let me warn you now: I don’t need someone who just agrees with me.”
He placed the papers on the desk. “If you’re going to work on my manga, I want you to be able to tell me when something’s wrong. Even if it makes me angry.”
After a few seconds of silence, she gestured to a chair in front of her. “Sit down. I have to finish this chapter before tomorrow… and I’m still not satisfied with just one page.”