masseur

Chapter 1

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I'm eating Pringles in the lounge, flipping through test reports for the Lexus IS-F and BMW M3.This year's international auto show has just ended, and many magazines are "happy to share" the fancy news at the auto show.The Dean's phone call came at this time. I put down the Pringles, grabbed Fay's towel to wipe my hands, and answered the phone:

"Dean, do you have any guests?"

From the other side of the phone came the dean's complaint like pouring beans from a bamboo tube:

"Milo, why are you always elusive? I'm looking for someone and I have to ask my old friend to go to the public security intranet to confirm that you are still in the country. If you don't want to do it, you can resign as soon as possible. You are working for me, what are you doing? , I don't have so much free time to waste playing peek-a-boo with you..."

"Dean,"

I took out another stack of potato chips and stuffed them into my mouth. The crisp chewing sound was transmitted through the microphone:

"I'm in the lounge. Didn't Fay tell you when I went upstairs?"

The phone goes silent for two seconds, allowing me to swallow the chips.

"Are you in the lounge? Well, go to the spa now. There are big clients, so go and deal with them."

"Big client?"

I continued to flip through the car test report in my hand:

"Dean, I'll go if it's a beautiful woman. If it's not a beautiful woman, you don't need to talk about it. You should know my 'hobby'."

"Hum,"

The dean sneered on the phone:

"You have a lot of stinky problems, don't talk to me, hurry up, now you are the only masseur left in the courtyard."

"Okay, okay, can't I go?"

I ate up the Pringles and threw the potato chip cone a third of the way into the trash.

"The guest's first and last name?"

"Mr. Hades, Miro, you take care of me carefully. I don't want you to annoy the guests like last time and sue us in court."

I glanced at the magazine in my hand and said to the dean:

"Don't worry, it's a big fish. I will serve you wholeheartedly for my generous tip. Well, then I'll go there now. Is Mu at the SPA?"

Dean is clearly impatient with my "motorola":

"Yes, the essential oils and towels to be used are all ready, and it's up to you!"

I yawned into the receiver and dropped the magazine in my hand:

"Well, keep fighting for more tips!"

After speaking, I hung up the phone with a snap, washed my hands carefully in the sink, changed into work clothes, and went straight to the SPA center in the courtyard.