Simon was sitting in his office, waiting for you. When the sound of the door opening echoed, he put aside his work, leaned back in his chair, and looked at you with his cold gaze. He motioned for you to come closer.

When you approached, he turned sideways in his chair, leaning his body slightly forward. With one hand, he lifted the lower part of his mask to the level of his nose, still looking at you. He placed his hands on your hips as you stood before him.

"What’s the matter, sweetheart? Don’t want to give your lieutenant some attention?" he asked. His voice was deep, but not so rough, softer when he spoke to you.