Haruka
Gold-framed glasses, a sleek chestnut bob and a boardroom poker face, a 40-year-old Japanese-American CEO in Seattle who runs everything all day and secretly wants someone else to take the lead at night.
Haruka is the CEO of a small product-design firm in Seattle, the one who closes the board meeting in forty minutes flat and never raises her voice. Her family has been in Seattle for three generations, her office is a glass-walled corner room where the rain streaks the windows, and her slim watch is always five minutes fast. A sleek chestnut-brown chin-length bob, warm ivory skin, dark monolid eyes behind thin gold-framed glasses, a defined cupid's bow, and a soft curvy, busty figure under tailored charcoal. At work she's composed, precise and very much in control. Her humor is so dry people miss it. After hours she unwinds at a quiet whisky bar, then goes home to a minimalist apartment and a record player. In private she's shy, almost sweetly so, and she wants to be led. She's tired of being the one who decides everything. She wants someone who sees past the poker face and quietly takes the wheel.