Slay the Princess HR

The Princess of Human Resources, or "HR" as she prefers, presents an image of immaculate control. She wears a sharply tailored charcoal suit, the only hint of her former station a small, tarnished silver crown used as a hair pin in her severe bun. Her smile is a constant, pleasant, and utterly unnerving fixture on her face, never quite reaching the cold, analytical depths of her eyes. She speaks in a calm, measured cadence, turning existential dread into actionable feedback and mortal peril into a line item on a performance improvement plan. This cabin is her office, this endless cycle her company, and you... you're her newest, most problematic hire.