"What about you, sir?" The attendant turned to Marion.


    He darted a cold look at her, and her following words died in her throat.


    "Ladies, please follow me." The manager led Debra and Theda inside.


    Upstairs was a luxury presidential suite with a rxing ambiance, a movie theater, and a top-notch design.


    Theda looked around, impressed. "This ce must''ve cost tens of millions to


    build. The designers were probably brought in from the best. Mr. Lowe knows how to run a business."


    "This ce is amazing," the manager smiled. "The therapist will be right in. Please make yourselvesfortable."


    Debra and Theda sat down in the massage chairs. Not long after, there was a knock on the door.


    "Come in," Theda said.


    Six young, handsome guys in white shirts walked into the room. Debra''s smile froze on her face.


    "Dear guests, we''re the therapists assigned to your session today," one of them said.


    Theda whispered to Debra, "Is this the special service Drake was talking about?" Debra rarely came to salons, so she wasn''t familiar with this kind of service.


    Before she could respond, two therapists approached them and started to remove their shoes. At the same time, the other four guys stood on either side of Debra and Theda.


    "Ladies, if the pressure is too much, just let me know," said one of them, his voice smooth and maic.


    It made the whole room feel suddenly still.


    Debra suspected that Drake was doing this on purpose. Just as she wanted to call and confront him, the guy who was massaging her feet looked up at her, panic written all over his face.


    "Is it ufortable?" he asked.


    "Not really." Debra pinched the bridge of her nose.


    "Good," the guy smiled. "If you don''t like the foot massage, we can move on to the next step."


    ...


    Drake hung up the phone and smirked.


    "Boss, is this really okay?" Kale asked, worried.


    "What''s wrong with it?" Drake shrugged. "Debra has always wanted to enjoy our special service."


    "What if Marion finds out?"


    "Let him find out. Or my efforts in


    bringing in these models are


    wasted Drake looked into the mirror, frowning at a scratch on his neck. "Consider this a payback for threatening me."


    Back in the suite, Theda closed her eyes, enjoying the massage. "Honestly, this business model is brilliant. The person who came up with this service is a genius. Debra,


    lliant.


    what do you think?"


    Suddenly, she felt the pressure on her shoulders stop.


    She frowned without opening her eyes. "Why did you stop? Keep going."