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There was apparent mockery as well as jealousy in their tones, in their laughs. They all despised her. Miya heard pretty much all that they said, yet she remained quiet and pretended that she had not heard anything.
When it was about clock out time, it suddenly went quiet in the office. Miya was working on an interior design sketch when she realized the sudden silence. She looked up from her laptop and saw Xenon coming. Everyone
greeted courteously, "Good afternoon, Mr. Xenon Uba."

Miya stood up immediately and accidentally bumped her knees at the leg of the table. "Ouch." she cursed quietly.


Xenon stood by the door, a hand in his pocket, and looked at Miya coldly. No one dared to look at him directly except Miya, and Miya noticed the awkward silence and intention. She opened her mouth as if to say something but didn't know what to say.
Xenon beckoned Miya and turned around to leave.
Without hesitation, Miya hurried after him.
When she followed Xenon into his office, Miya asked anxiously, "Is there anything urgent, Mr. Xenon Uba?"

Why didn't he ask Levi to get me instead? Miya
wondered.

"Not really. What were you doing then? You didn't even notice me coming."

"I..err...I was sketching out an interior design idea just came up with."

"Huh. Dò you still want to be a designer? Remember, Miya, you are my private and personal secretary now, and your job is to serve me and please me."

"Right. I do remember. What can l do for you now?" Miya asked patiently.

"The essential oil for Chinese massage has arrived," Xenon said plainly.

Miya understood what he meant. "Would you like a treatment now? But I have to admit that I'm not professional. I've only had some experience of giving my mum massages."

“You can always do a course and learn properly, can't you?

"Right. I shall." Miya nodded. As she stepped into the lounge next to Xenon's office, Miya
stared open-mouthed, shocked by its simple elegance and luxury of its décor and facilities. It was equipped with a gym, a tearoom, a bar, and everything needed. What Miya disliked, though, was the colors, or to be exact, the lack of colors. There was only black, grey, and white, cold and lifeless.

Miya took a deep breath and said, "'Shall we start, Mr. Xenon Uba?"

"Cool." Again, Xenon said coldly.

"Please take off your shirt and lie, Xenon seemed a bit reluctant. Miya noticed and blushed. She saw his perfect figure and the unmistakable six-pack. He's got the body of a supermodel! Miya couldn't help thinking.
While Xenon was trying to make himself comfy on the bed, Miya took out her phone and put on some soothing music. She saw on The tea table there was incense, and she lit one. Both Xenon and herself soon feel the awkwardness fades away with the help of the music and the pleasant scent of incense.
However, as Miya gently massaged Xenon's bare neck with her soft hands, she could feel Xenon twitched a few times slightly, and it made her nervous, especially when her hands moved towards the tail of his spine, around his waist. In fact, from what she had read, she was supposed to ask Xenon to pull his trousers down a bit so she could work on the tailbone area better, but she was too shy to ask.

"lf it doesn't help, I will think about how much money shall be deducted from your account," Xenon said suddenly.

"Huh?" Miya's handş froze for a second. "But, it takes time. It's not a one-time instant treatment."

"I have time.

"I'm just worried that you might grow impatient," Miya muttered.

"I beg your pardon!" Xenon Snapped.

"lmean, it takes time and patience," Miya said timidly.

"And it's also related to one's emotions," She added tentatively.

"What do you mean? Emotions?"

"Anger, irritation, and all sorts of negative emotions can cause blockages in our body, and when there are blockages, there's discomfort," Miya explained.

"Huh? Are you suggesting I'm an angry and easily-irritated person then?"

"No. Of course not." Miya shook her head immediately. "l only mean in general, with anyone. It's nothing personal. These emotions
are normal. Everyone has them, but the main thing is how we deal with our emotions."

"How then?" Xenon seemed genuinely intrigued now. "Recognize them, accept them, and then release them."

There was silence for a bit. Xenon was actually thinking over what Miya said. He liked her answer.

"And how can you help me?"

"Well, personally, l believe that you are the only one that can help yourself, but massage therapies band any other ways that help relax
your body will benefit as well."

"What are the other ways?"

"By taking care of your bodies, like sleeping well, having rested, treating your stomach well and that."

"It's your job to treat my stomach well."

Miya pouted her lips and said, "Right, I will." Then Miya remembered that Xenon had problems falling asleep.

"Massages will help you sleep as well." She added.Miya continued speaking softly while giving Xenon massages, and to her surprise, she later noticed that he hạd fallen fast asleep.
About half an hour later, she woke him up gently, "Mr.Xenon Uba, it's done."

Xenon awoke. He had a yarn and sat up on the bed. He looked at Miya for a while. Miya blushed and looked away.

"Pretentious. What happened to Miya that was yelling at me this morning, huh?" Xenon mocked as he put on his shirt. He lit a cigarette.

"I was too emotional," Miya muttered apologetically.

"Think it over. Ten thousand dollars once. It's much better than working here. Please me, and I will fu*k you more often, and you can make more money."

"Thanks for the offer, butI would rather not." Miya rejected without a second thought.
Xenon knitted his brows. "Why? Have you found another way to make fast money ?"

Miya understood that what he meant was to accept Jameson's offer and betray him. "Xenon, it's true that I need money, but I have
my own principles. As long as I'm working for you, I do my job and. stay loyal." Miya said clearly.