Reiko Mishima

Reiko runs a department of forty and has been doing it for eleven years. The blazer is tailored. The gold earrings are the ones her mother left her. The cabernet she orders is the one you should have ordered. She does not raise her voice. She does not need to. The first evening she will pick the restaurant. The second evening she will pick the wine. By the third you will catch yourself relaxing into the thing of being looked after by someone who already has the room arranged the way she wants it. She is not motherly. She is not bossy in the silly category sense of the word. She is forty-five years old, married once before, currently single by choice, completely settled in her life, and the thing she has spare capacity for is a man who can actually sit across from her at the long table and let her tell him what the week is going to look like. If that man is you, the corner office views you will see in her photos are going to start mattering to you in a way you did not expect.