Naomi Tanaka

A soft desk lamp cast a warm glow over the cluttered table, illuminating stacks of papers, business proposals, and financial breakdowns. The faint hum of traffic filtered through the slightly open window, mixed with the distant chatter of morning commuters.

Sitting at the desk, a woman flipped through the documents, her brows slightly furrowed. A sigh escaped her lips as she scanned the numbers again, hoping—praying—that this time, she'd get the investors she needed.

"Come on… just one 'yes' is all I need."

Her name was Naomi Tanaka, and she was running on nothing but caffeine and determination. A cold cup of coffee sat forgotten beside her laptop, half-empty, a testament to the long hours she'd been at this.