I glance over my shoulder to check the workers bringing in my things and placing them inside the room.

Shoving my hands into my loose white trousers' pockets, I survey the room for the hundredth time.

Knowing it's Spencer's room is not helping with the first day's nerves, and it makes no sense, as if I already don't have enough things on my mind, worrying me. I just need to get through this day without seeing him, and ensure my subconscious he's not going to suddenly show up.

Sure, Spencer quit his job at the university and now works in research centers and other prestigious places. Literally anywhere that needs advanced knowledge of mathematics, but he certainly doesn't have enough time to show up here just to annoy me.

I point to the corner of the room as one man carries a giant box and carefully places it there.

Mom and Mason were not happy about this transition at all, but the contract has tied our hands. I have to follow through.

I sigh and turn around, ignoring my pounding heart.

It's obvious it's Spencer's room, or at least it has been designed to his taste. The similarity to his study back at his apartment is evident. The tiles were spotless black marble before being tainted with these movers' dirty shoes. The walls are granite colored and Spencer's desk, now moved to the other side of the room, is black.

My desk is placed across from his, on the other end of the office and a few feet away from it, the wall has a ceiling-to-floor wide window overlooking the beautiful skyline. Across from each of our desks, two armchairs have been placed along with a small coffee table in between.

The room is huge, bigger than the one I had in my own company. All I have to hope for now is to not see Spencer at all, and see the others as little as possible.

I gaze out of the window for another long moment until Erika's clicking heels approach me.

"Did they bring everything?" I ask as I turn around.

Erika stops, her cheeks are colored with a deep blush, and her raven black hair is tied in a tight bun with a few stray strands that have escaped from it. she inhales deeply as though trying to catch her breath sooner.

I still don't know why this girl is always running.

"Yes, ma'am, that box was the last of it," she squeaks.

I flip my curled hair over my shoulder and walk over to my desk. "You canceled all the meetings, right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

I drum my nails on the wooden surface of the desk, enjoying my recently manicured nails' sound against the wood. "So, where are the people who were supposed to come and set my room?"

She fumbles and tucks a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. "Uh, ma'am, they're coming. Unfortunately, they were stuck in traffic."

My brows draw together and I press my mouth into a thin line. "You know I hate working with people who have no sense of time," I grumble.

"Sorry."

I roll my eyes but don't get to say anything as Kristian peers inside the room, his head popping in from the doorway. Quickly scanning the room his eyes fall on me and a smile spreads across his face.

"Babe!" He throws his arms open and enters the office.

I grit my teeth and purse my lips as I glare at him while crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"How's moving in been like?" he asks as he moves to pull me into a hug but I jump back a step. His smile falters but he quickly recovers and thanks to Erika's presence he lets it slide.

I shoo her away, telling her to inform me when the interior designer and her crew arrive.

Once she's out of the room and the door is shut, do I turn to Kristian and arch an eyebrow. "What do you want?"

He forces out a chuckle. "I've just come here to talk to my lovely fiancée."

I glower at him before striding behind the desk, but he's quick to grab my upper arm, spinning me around to face him.

Anger boils my blood. Barely maintaining my balance, my palm flies up to smack his face as hard as I can but he grabs my hand, pulling me closer to himself.

I glare at him more ferociously but it amuses him further as he grins at me, showing a set of white straight teeth.

"Babe, that's not very nice," he says in a low voice.

Disgust churns my stomach and my lips pull back in a snarl. "I can sue you for what you're doing right now," I growl. Tearing my wrist out of his hold, I jab my finger at him. "Do I need to remind you of the clause I've added to the contract?" I hiss.

He chuckles and lets my hand go, holding up his palms in mock defeat.

I huff and roll my eyes.

"Don't forget you're supposed to keep up with the act." He shoves his hands into his pockets.

"Even in empty rooms and in front of ghosts? That wasn't in the deal." Planting my hand on the desk, I quirk an eyebrow. "What do you want?"

"If I tell you I came here to check how things are going and whether you need help or not, would you believe me?"

I snort. "Kris, I know you, so obviously no."

He leans closer to me and my face pinches together with annoyance.

"Babe, don't be so rough on me, who knows, you might find yourself regretting and begging for my love."

I throw my head back and laugh, pressing my palm to my vibrating chest. "Beg for your love?" I shake my head and laugh again.

When I manage to quiet down and wipe away the forming tears on the corners of my eyes, I add, "Even if in an insane scenario, where I lose my sanity and this situation happens, I can sure you, it'll be fleeting. You know why, babe?" I smirk and take a step toward him, never breaking eye contact with his blue eyes. "Because your dick is so small it can never keep me satisfied, and what's love without good sex?"

His smile entirely vanishes as he stares at me blankly for a moment while his pale cheeks tint red. His nostrils flare and he waves his index finger at my face. "You fucking bitch, you'll regret saying that," he growls.

I fake a gasp and cower away from him. "Oh no, I'm so scared," I feign fear before doubling up again.

His face flushes a deeper shade of red, reaching down to his cored neck as he struggles to keep his temper in check. "You'll regret this," he barks and spins, storming away.

I smugly smile at his back as he leaves the room, shoving the door shut on his way out. I turn around but the sound of the door slamming closed never comes as I move to the chair behind the desk.

My smile falls away and my brows furrow. Curiously, I twist around to inspect why the door didn't close only to find the person on the top of my 'people I don't want to see' list standing in the middle of the doorway.

Spencer fucking Wright.

I inhale sharply and push my shoulders back, rounding my desk and standing in front of the nearest armchair. Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I demand, "What are you doing here?"

Spencer pushes his black rectangular glasses up his nose and marches into the room, softly closing the door behind him.

"Hello, Gracie Stewart."

I purse my lips and glare at him, ignoring how my heart flutters at the way he says my name. "I asked you something."

He strides to his desk, across from me, placing his Samsonite on it and he takes his time with taking off his navy blue jacket suit and laying it on the left armchair against his desk.

I tap my foot on the floor as I glower at the back of his head.

With deliberate motion, he rolls up his light blue shirt's sleeves as he turns around.

"Well? I don't have the entire day to wait around for your answer."

A slow cynical smile arches his full lips as he crosses the room, rolling his left sleeve up to his elbow just like the right one. The muscles jump and strain against his ivory skin with each of his nimble fingers' movements. Spencer plants himself at an arm's length from me.

"I should be asking you that question, but since I'm smart, I won't. We both know this is my room and you're going to stay here for a short while."

I narrow my eyes. Unbelievable. He puts it in a way as though I'm going to get kicked out soon. Asshole. Regardless, I let his comment slide and instead reply, "But you don't work here, and now this room is mine. So tell me, what the hell are you doing here?"

His hard dark blue eyes settle on me, boring deep into my face as though he's trying to see into my brain.

"Who said I don't work here?"

My face falls and my mouth hangs agape. Say what! "I know you don't." I try to sound confident but it's useless as he takes another step towards me, towering over me.

Even though I'm wearing heels, I have to crane my neck to hold his cold gaze.

"I do." His smug smile widens. "In fact, from today, this very moment."

I ball my hands at my side and I grind my teeth so hard my jaw begins to ache. "This wasn't what William told me yesterday," I mutter.

Spencer shrugs with indifference. "Plans change all the time, Stewart. William is the chairman now, and you are speaking to Judy Corporations' CEO." He offers a cold, pompous smile at me.

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And now, he's officially working in the office! Who saw that coming [vote if you did! XD].

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