Chapter 17: Your Job Is To Serve Me

Scott was still seated by the desk, but he wasn't working this time. Leaning back in his seat, his eyes closed, he said briefly, "Make me some tea." He didn't even take a look at Brianna. Brianna looked around, spotted the tea and kettle on the table by the window, and brewed a cup for Scott. She placed the cup of tea on his desk and asked politely, "Is there anything else, Mr. Anderson?" Scott tapped his temple with his long slim forefinger and said plainly, "I have a headache." Brianna understood straight away and went over to give him a massage, from his upper back, shoulder blades, up to his neck and head, rather professionally. After a while, Scott felt much lighter and the headache, as well as the tension on his shoulders, seemed to be gone. "Have you taken any massage courses before?" He asked. "Not really. But my Mom used to sit and draw or play the piano for a long time, and gradually she started to develop a backache and have tension on her shoulders. I did some research and