Fortunately for poor Kara, Spike was actually free of those pesky meetings that kept him distracted during all hours of the day. He had shaken off his last business encounter for a walk, which was quickly turning into an abrupt decision to go on and visit the woman he was due to marry down in the gym. The visit would turn into something far more adventurous if he had his way with her, but that all depended on how activity in the gym was. If she was busy - which he was praying on a big no for - then he'd have to return later. But, from what he could see as he stepped up to the glass doors in the hall, the gym looked a big quiet for the moment. Hopefully, that'd stick.
Adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves, Spike opened the door and moved inside. He was a well-dressed man; Spike was clothed in a dark suit, which happened to be terribly expensive. His hair was neatly combed back and there was that firm air of confidence about him that couldn't be shaken off no matter what. Why? Because Spike was damn good and he knew it. And there was nothing in the world that was gonna change that. He was on top. He was in charge. Life was perfect.
As was the woman he was striding toward. It was, after all, why he had chosen to marry her. Planting a smile on his lips, Spike placed both hands at the edge of her desk and leaned forward. Raising a brow, he surveyed their surroundings before looking back to Kara and simply saying, "Someone seems terribly busy today."