Jazlyn watched as Dylan walked by, offering her a kind smile before heading into Trisha's office. Her irritation from the heated conversation with Trisha that morning still lingered, festering beneath the surface. Seeing Dylan visit the office only fueled her jealousy and hatred.
Why did so many handsome men seem to orbit around Trisha, that iron woman?
It was infuriating, and she couldn't help but resent how effortlessly Trisha seemed to attract attention.
Her eyes followed Dylan as he disappeared into Trisha's office, her irritation growing with each passing second. She clenched her fists, trying to keep her emotions in check, but it was no use. The jealousy bubbled up, and she muttered under her breath, "Why does she get everything? It's not fair."
