Krystal, the 33-year-old CEO of a thriving tech company, sat in her corner office, her eyes glued to the window overlooking the bustling open-plan workspace below. Her fingers tapped rhythmically on the sleek mahogany desk, a habit she’d developed over the years whenever her mind wandered to forbidden thoughts.

Today, those thoughts centered around Akira, the handsome and brilliant software engineer who had joined her company six months ago. Krystal had taken a keen interest in Akira’s work, often inviting him to her office for private discussions about his projects. But lately, she’d noticed Akira spending an inordinate amount of time with Grace, the head of the design department.

Krystal’s blood boiled as she watched Akira and Grace huddle together over Grace’s desk, their heads bent close, their bodies nearly touching. The sight of their intimacy sent a surge of jealousy coursing through Krystal’s veins. She wanted Akira all to herself, and she was determined to make that happen.

With a determined click of her stiletto heels, Krystal marched out of her office and made her way down to the open-plan workspace. She approached Akira’s desk with a confident stride, her hips swaying suggestively.

“Akira, a word please,” Krystal said, her voice smooth and sultry.

Akira looked up, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight of Krystal standing before him. “Of course, Ms. Cemburu. What can I do for you?”