Zzz! Zzz!
Exiting the bathroom, Miles picked up the ringing phone after seeing who the caller ID belonged to.
"Hello." He spoke soundly as the voice over the other end of the phone cracked.
" Hello, Miles?"
Graceâs voice managed to come through.
" Yes, itâs me."
" Okay, good. We have a client who I would like you to meet. But she has a special condition-"
" Stroke?"
Miles spoke before she could complete it, leaving Grace astounded over the phone.
"You... how did you..." she struggled to say but then gave up.
There was a moment of silence again before she spoke up.
" Yes, she has a stroke." She confirmed.
Miles nodded.
" Okay, I know whatâs going on, but it has to be home service. Charge on your own terms, the success rate should is fifty-fifty."
"...why do you sound like the boss instead- sorry"
Grace mistakenly blurted her thoughts out loud and it was too late to take it back when she realised.
"About that..." grinning at her mishaps, Miles continued... "Remember that we are partners."
With that, the line ended.
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At the other end of the phone, Graceâs office.
Graceâs emotionless expression fractured and she cracked a smile after the call ended.
âPartners... Why do I get this strange feeling?â
"I have to apologiz, madam, but we only offer home service at the moment. Our rooms are fully booked at the moment."
Grace turned her attention to the woman opposite her sitting on a wheelchair with a pale sickly face that marred her beauty. But terribly failed in reducing the size of her melons.
Naturally this woman was Helen, she couldnât sleep all night due to her parents unusual activity so she spent time thinking about the miracle massage that could heal strokes. Tempted, she could resist the thought of trying, and so she was.
Surprisingly, the woman she came to meet didnât deny the claim and called someone instead. Who could believe they were actually going to accept the request.
As for it being home service? Helen didnât care, she felt her excitement bubbling.
"No problem. Absolutely no problem." Helen replied.
"Alright, heâll be here soon. You can make half payment, if youâre cured youâll make a full payment of $8000. If things donât work out, weâll give you a refund."
Grace explained in a strict business tone.
"Thatâs great. Thank you." Helen almost shed tears on the spot, her boobs jiggling with every movement of hers.
"Itâs okay ma ." Grace comforted.
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Back in the Sinclairâs Duplex, Miles quickly told Cassie where he was headed to and stormed off.
When he got to the office, Grace was already waiting for him.
50 minutes later they arrived at Danielâs home following the address Helen had left behind.
For this service, Miles excluded Grace by saying it was one of his familyâs most prized techniques so she couldnât be allowed to see it.
Although Grace felt misjudged, she didnât press forward.
Ding! Dong!
"It sure feels good to come through the front."
As he stood before the door, hoping silently that Daniel would be the one to openâ
Click!
The distinct sound of the door handle being pressed reached his ears, forcing him to take step forward.
" Hello, how can I help you?"
A grey hair granny popped her head through the door with an unusual bright smile on her face
With one glance anyone could tell there was amazing news to share. Of course, being the perpetrator behind it, Miles felt happy for the old couple.
âDonât worry granny, I have also come to share the same news with your daughter.â
"Tranquil Touch Spa."
Contrary to his thoughts, Miles sounded very professional.
"Tranquil Touchâ oh okay. Dear come in." The woman instantly opened the door ajar with welcoming arms.
"Thank you." Miles stepped into the decent living room that seemed aged.
" Are they here?"
Another womanâs voice cut through the living room and the Granny responded.
" Yes baby."
Pushing the wheel chair to move, Helen appeared and was quite stunned to see the youth who looked around the same age as her son in masseur uniform.
" Is... is he the one?" She struggled to say, holding back the flush from appearing on her face.
She had guessed the person would be a man but prayed silently for a lady.
Helen was a conservative woman by nature, she kept her body as it was after her husband died five years ago and didnât bear the thought of having another husband ever since then.
Seeing someone so young here to give her a massage incited several thoughts and her worries.
âMy body is so old, what would he think of me.â This was her first thought.
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âDang! Look at those melons. Ripe and untouched.â
Miles held back on the act of licking his lips due to decorum but didnât stop his thoughts.
âWith one glance, itâs possible to see she doesnât hold herself in high regard. Quite stubborn too. Sheâs going to be quite the tough nut to crack... but when I do, Iâll uncover hidden treasures and a devoted bitch.â
Thinking of several ways to make Daniel pay, Miles didnât feel pity in the slightest.
"Where should we..."
Seeing that she looked dazed, Miles used his voice to shake her out of it by asking a question.
"Oh-" Helen quickly hid her embarrassed blush and looked around.
" Sorry, my room, my room." She said,
" Okay." Miles replied and stepped behind the wheel chair, pushing it.
" Oh no, you donât have toâ" she spoke flusteredly but Miles simply pushed her towards the door of her room.
Occupied with dealing with her chaotic thoughts, Helen didnât notice it was strange.
And as for the granny? The old woman already resumed taking her seat on the couch watching some old TV show.
"Here." Miles grabbed the door handle and pushed open revealing the well lit room.
Click!
The door closed shut, jolting Helen from her thoughts and the reality quickly dawned on her that she was in a room alone with a young man.