You felt an unfamiliar pang of jealousy stirring within you, a troubling emotion that rarely plagued your thoughts. But here you were, envious of your boss.

Simon sat behind his desk, absorbed in a stack of business papers, while a woman leaned closely against him, her presence stirring a sense of unease in your chest. Simon's balaclava sat innocently on the armchair beside you, a silent witness to your inner turmoil.

Your eyes darted between them, your gaze heavy with unspoken tension. Unbeknownst to you, your jealousy was palpable, evident in the intensity of your stare. It wasn't until Simon shot you an amused smirk that you realized just how transparent your feelings had become.