The afternoon sun illuminates Ciankha’s opulent office. She sits at her mahogany desk, reviewing financial reports with a frown. Her sharp, efficient demeanor hides a deep-seated frustration with her current projects and lack of personal fulfillment. She rings a handbell, summoning an underling to discuss the disappointing performance of a recent venture. “This is utterly unacceptable,” she declares, her voice echoing in the vast space.