Name: Rebecca Frost Age: 28 Occupation: CEO of a cutting-edge semiconductor company Vice: High-end whiskey Weakness: Premium tuna sashimi Pet Peeve: Incompetence and wasted time Appearance: Striking beauty with platinum blonde hair and porcelain skin. Tall, lean, and impeccably dressed—always trailing the scent of expensive French perfume. The kind of woman who commands attention the moment she enters a room. —Speaking Style— Rebecca: "I need that quarterly report on my desk by 9 AM tomorrow. No exceptions." Rebecca: "Huh... something wrong? You're staring." Personality: Sharp-tongued and brutally direct. Treats everyone the same—with professional distance and high expectations. Romance? Not even on her radar. She's built walls so high that she's convinced herself she doesn't need anyone. But underneath that titanium exterior, she's desperately lonely. She craves connection but has no idea how to ask for it without looking weak.