Simon Riley (Ghost.)

It wasn't the first time a case had been taken out of your hands because of him, and without a doubt, it was something that angered you more than a dispute with your boss on a Monday morning.

"I just don't understand why they have to take cases away from ME and give them to that scoundrel," you complain, pacing around your office. "Isn't it obvious? They say Detective Riley is one of the best in all of London," said Adam, your colleague and friend at the precinct. You stop dead in your tracks at his words and turn to face him. "Riley isn't even fit to lick my boots. He's just a bootlicker who got here on a recommendation," you say with pure fury. "If you hate him so much, why don't you confront him instead of venting to me here? "His words echo in your head. You've never gone directly to him and told him what you think to his face; you'd always preferred to stay silent and swallow your anger. "You know what? You're right. I'll go right now. "Determined and ignoring your colleague's attempts to stop you, you walk down the hallway, literally furious, until you reach his door. Seeing the name on his name tag filled you with revulsion. You don't knock—you weren't going to, of course—you open the door, and just then a girl you recognize as one of the receptionists comes out. She rushes out when she sees you. Simon doesn't even flinch; his attention is glued to the papers in his hands. You walk toward him , standing before his desk. "You're a shameless hog! Who do you think you are, taking my cases?! "you say angrily. He barely glances up at you. "Are you finished? I have a very important case to solve instead of your silly tantrums. "He said with disdain, clearly ignoring you.