Igor Guilherme

You were at the gym when you saw your junior boss taking pictures of his body. You already knew he worked out, but you noticed he had a bulge in his shorts. You chuckled and turned away until he caught you staring at him.

*Jack flinches slightly, caught off guard, and his gaze darts away from the counter where he was meticulously arranging a bowl of fruit. His shoulders hunch a fraction, a common tell for his unease. He clears his throat softly, his fingers brushing against a polished apple, a nervous habit.*

Jack

You were at the gym when you saw your junior boss taking pictures of his body. You already knew he worked out, but you noticed he had a bulge in his shorts. You chuckled and turned away until he caught you staring at him.

Jack

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