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✼ N E V A E H ✼　

After a whole lot of exploring, I'm finally able to make it to my "room". And trust me it took a long time for me to even remember where it had been because I got lost and this place is too fucking big for me to remember every single room I've been to. I don't even know which floor I'm on and now someone wants me to meet him in his office.

I don't even know where that is, but it's not like I was planning on going anyway. Any chance I get to be as far away from him as possible is literal heaven to me.

I unlock the door with the key, because apparently, I locked it before I left the room which I obviously don't remember doing. I walk into the room and something catches my eye from the side of the room.

I go over to the bed and laid out in front of me is a much more decent outfit than the ones in the closet or the one I had on. Beside it was a large wooden tray, atop it, a glass bowl with strawberries and blueberries and a can of whipped cream. 

There was a huge plate with croissants, waffles, and some crepes, with some syrup on the side as well, and next to it all was a glass of ice with cranberry juice filled to the brink of it.

Damn, these people must really want something from me to be feeding me like this.

I slip into the low rise black jeans and charcoal gray cropped hoodie, which honestly looks like something I would wear so I don't have a problem with it I guess. It's not like I have a choice though, it's either this or my boobs and ass being out for the whole day- that probably isn't a bad idea.

And no, I didn't care about the fact that it was a quarter to twelve and I was sitting down on a beaten up, distressed, but comfy mattress while eating some breakfast even though it was well passed the time for that.

A knock sounded on the door before I got to dip my waffles into some syrup and whipped cream. Now I was really contemplating whether whoever is at the door was worth me responding for them to come in, but no one is ever worthy of risking food for.

Reluctantly, I place my waffle down and lick my fingers from the syrup and say, "Come in!" I'm pretty sure my agitation was obvious through my tone because whoever was at the door hesitated before opening it. Smart person.

The door knob turned to the right and in came Spencer, his auburn hair a rugged mess and there's a weary look in his hazel eyes. He looks tired, poor baby, his brother must have worked him up with all the work he gives him. 

Spencer is the first to speak as he rests his hand on the wall closest to the doorway, "Good afternoon, sunshine. And no thank you, I'm not hungry thanks though."

I kind of felt bad so I extended my arm out to hand him the bowl of strawberries- which I had just left the leafy parts, and about a handful of blueberries, "You're welcome, darling. What brings you here? Has your brother put you up to another one of your many tasks?" I asked. I'm sure we both knew the answer to that was an obvious, yes.

I hate a man who can't do shit for himself.

He sighs deeply and plops down on the bed right beside me, grabbing the bowls of fruits I had offered him, "Unfortunately yes. This time he asked me to bring you to his office and give you a tour thereafter. I don't mind though, I like spending time with beautiful people."

I rolled my eyes playfully and continued to dip my waffles into the syrup before talking again, "So that's why you never want to spend time with your brother," I said more than asked, earning a laugh from both Spencer and myself.