CHAPTER ELEVEN

Kelvin's P.O.V

We were in the elevator together again, but this time, when the elevator stopped, we headed to her office together.

Since we would be working closely, I found out that I would have to share her office. Internally, I groaned at the thought of spending two months with her as if seeing her face once a week wasn't enough. I was definitely going to get in trouble with her.

I regretted agreeing to help her. I wished I could take back my statement, but it was too late. She had already informed every board member of my decision, and now I was stuck working with her for at least the next two months.

She entered her office, and I followed suit. "This is my office; I'm sure you're already familiar with it," she gave me a look as she dropped her purse on her desk.

There was no need for her to remind me of that moment. It was embarrassing to think back to the time when I was considered a creep.

"And that is your desk space," She pointed to an office seat identical to hers, not