"Excuse me, sir..."


    The waitress barely got the words out before a chilly stare silenced her.


    Whatever she intended to say vanished instantly.


    "Ms. Sophie, Ms. Elodie, right this way, please."N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    The manager ushered Sophie and Elodie further inside.


    The upper floor boasted avish presidential suite,plete with a spa and a private cinema, all designed to top-notch standards.


    Elodie, here for a thorough inspection, nced around and mused, "This decor must''ve cost a fortune. They definitely brought in top designers. Mr. Odie really goes all out, doesn''t he?" "It sure is something," Sophie agreed.


    Just then, the manager grinned and informed them, "The massage therapists will be right with you. Please, make yourselvesfortable."


    With that, he slipped out of the room.


    Sophie and Elodie settled into the cinema-style massage chairs. It wasn''t long before a knock echoed.


    "Come in," Elodie called.


    The door swung open to reveal six young, strikingly handsome men.


    Sophie''s smile faltered.


    "Hello,dies, we''re here to provide your massage services today."


    These young guys, probably fresh out of their teens, approached in crisp white shirts. Elodie leaned closer to Sophie, whispering, "Is this that ''special service'' Mr. Odie mentioned?"


    Sophie, not a regr at beauty spas, was taken aback by the inclusion of massages. This was unexpected...


    She left the thought unfinished, watching as two of the guys knelt to help with their shoes. Elodie suddenly felt reluctant to decline.


    Meanwhile, the other four therapists stood poised beside them.


    "If the pressure feels off, just let me know," one therapist said, his voice deep and soothing, the tone almost lulling the room into silence. What was Odie up to?


    Sophie had a hunch this was intentional on Odie''s part.


    Just as she reached for her phone to


    get some answers, the guy


    attending to her feet looked up appearing flustered, "Did I make you ufortable?"


    Sophie massaged her temples, "No... that''s not it."


    "d to hear it."


    He smiled, visibly relieved, "If you''re not into foot massages, we can move to the next part of the service."


    Meanwhile


    Mr. Odie snapped his phone shut, grinning with satisfaction.


    "Boss, isn''t this a bit much?"


    "What''s the problem?" Mr. Odie questioned. "Sophie asked for something special, and that''s exactly what we''ve got here." "But if Colby catches wind of this..."


    "That''s the n. Otherwise, hiring these male models would be pointless."


    Mr. Odie examined a small scratch on his neck in the mirror, frowning, "If he wants to rattle me, I''ll do the same to him! Thinks he can scare me with a knife? He''s got another thinging!"


    Back at the suite


    Elodie, eyes still closed, blissfully, enjoying the massage, remarked "This business model is genius.


    Whoever came up with this service is brilliant! Don''t you think, Sophie?"


    Suddenly, Elodie noticed the massage on her shoulder paused. She frowned, eyes still shut, "Why''d you stop? Keep going."