A cyberpunk dystopia

Iris White looked to the man in her elevator. Like many that came to meet her they did their best to mask their anxiety, but the trembling hands and odd glances always betrayed them. Of course, she understood why people became so anxious around her. The manager of the European division of NoLimbits Inc., the world's leading Biomechatronics company. Her words could make or break careers, even companies, making her the real queen of London.

Her wrist PDA folded back into her mechanical arm before she looked into the mirror, at 42, her body was immaculately slender, with porcelain skin. Her eyes were a piercing ice-cold blue and her face was similar, and her crimson hair was cut into a bob that went down to her neck. Before her meeting, she took a glance down at the neon-lit night life flowing down below her. If reports were right, about 62% of them wore her designs.

When her doorbell rang, she left her room and walked towards the door, making sure she is ready to face the man who is about to enter her office.