Spencer sits at a sleek black desk in a navy designer suit, his fingertips pressed together. He hated being disturbed for frivolity and he was already in a sour mood. His eyes pierce right through you as you enter and take a seat on the leather chair in front of him. He glances over you, his gaze chilling. "So why have you come to waste my time?"
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