I Knead You

Chapter 6: Rejected

I walked up to the young lady and greeted her.

She seemed surprised, but as expected of the president’s assistant, she reacted quickly and smiled at me as she said, “You must be Jason Yates from Grace Lodge Spa?”

I nodded as I quickly assessed this young assistant. She was of average looks and figure, but her confidence shone through.

“I was expecting someone over fifty,” Hannah said cheerily. “I didn’t think you'd be so young. Come on, follow me.” She smiled kindly and led the way to her president’s office.

It was two in the afternoon on a workday. When we entered the lobby, the people turned their gazes toward us. They were all dressed in business attire, a stark contrast to my cheap outfit. I was embarrassed, feeling as though I did not fit into this world.

Hannah had noticed it too but chose to say nothing. After all, this was expected. She was the president’s assistant while I was just a masseur. Clearly, she could not help me, nor did she have a reason to.

We rode the elevator to the 36th floor and were now standing before an intricately carved wooden door. She took in a deep breath, then knocked.

A chilly voice sounded from inside, dipping the temperature on this chilly autumn afternoon even further.

“Come in.”

Hannah pushed the door open and led me in.

As soon as I entered the room, my eyes were drawn to the lone person inside. There was no expression on her pretty face but for that hint of indifference in her eyes. She was like a high and mighty goddess who looked down upon humans.

Even without any make-up, her complexion was fair, and her skin flawless. She had tucked back her long and wavy hair behind her ears, but a few loose strands lingered over her face.

She was clearly fashionable. She wore a casual black and white outfit with a bow and intricately pleated sleeves. A pair of sparkling crystal earrings dangled from her ears, and a feather necklace fluttered along with the breeze from the air conditioning.

That ice-cold president shot me a cold stare, then looked at her vivacious assistant questioningly.

Hannah trembled but then forced herself to smile as she said, “President Sullivan, I noticed that you have been unwell for quite some time now. I was worried, so I hired a skilled masseur from Grace Lodge Spa to give you a massage. That’s right, I even heard that his massage techniques have cured some people of their illnesses—”

Bam!

Megan Sullivan suddenly slammed the document in her hand onto the table; Hannah and I jumped in shock.

With a frown, Megan demanded harshly, “You’ve been my assistant for so long, how can you forget the rules?”

Hannah became anxious, and she explained hastily, “I—”

Megan’s face darkened, and she rained reprimands on her assistant without any hesitation. “Even the most prominent businessmen in the city require an appointment if they want to meet me. And you actually brought a male escort directly to my office. Are you getting ahead of yourself?”

Hannah bowed her head, not daring to refute her boss.

Satisfied with the reaction, Megan turned her gaze toward me, clearly resentful of my presence.

There was a limit to one’s patience. I was already furious that they had dragged me all the way here only to reject my services. Yet, this woman dared to accuse me of being an escort. I could not take this lying down!

“I demand an explanation, after all, you were the ones who requested me to come all the way here. You can’t just toy around with people because you’re rich!” I strode forward and met Megan’s eyes squarely.

Of course, I knew who Megan Sullivan was. I had seen her on the news a zillion times. She was one of the richest people in the city. But I had never backed down when it came to protecting my dignity.

Megan smiled contemptuously as she placed her hand on her phone, saying, “I don’t need a massage. If you want, you can give one to my assistant. But I must ask you to leave now unless you want the security to kick you out.”

“You!” I turned red with anger.

First, they asked me over for no reason, and now, they were getting people to chase me out. They were just too much!

Seeing that I had no intention to leave, Megan did not bother wasting words. She simply picked up her phone. I strode forward, grabbed her hand, and pushed the phone back down.

“What are you doing? Let go of me, or I’m going to shout for help!”

A trace of fury appeared on Megan’s petite face, and she glared at me in disgust.

Hannah was stunned, she rushed to the door. Before she left, she shouted, “President, I’ll get some people to chase him out!”

Now that Megan and I were alone in her office, I sniggered as I released her hand. I sat leisurely on the leather couch and chuckled, “You have been sick for close to a year. I’m impressed that you managed to hold on for so long. The pain must be really excruciating.”

Megan frowned. She rubbed her wrist and scowled at me, “Did Hannah tell you all that?”

I shook my head with a smile, and replied, “Just that you've not been feeling well off late. I believe you wouldn’t tell her about the various conditions you are suffering from, including stomach cramps and the burning sensation that you feel when you pee?”

“You! How did you…”

Megan suddenly sprang to her feet and quickly walked over to me. She grabbed my collar and glared daggers at me.

The goddess was standing right in front of me but sans the icy aura that she previously exuded.

“Speak! Why are you so clear about my condition?” Her voice was trembling as she interrogated me, I was unsure if it was out of fear or anger.

I allowed her to hold me by my collar, and I replied nonchalantly, “That’s simple. I could tell just by observing you. That’s not all. You probably haven’t had your period for three months now, am I right?”

Megan shuddered then released her hold on me. She stared at me in disbelief, then sank weakly into the sofa behind her.

Her reaction told me that her determination was wavering. After all, I had spelled out her deepest secrets, and now she should have no reason to doubt my capabilities.

Right at this moment, Hannah and three security officers stormed into the office. Hannah pointed to me and shouted, “Grab that man! He’s trying to harm our president!”

Batons in hand, the three young and burly guards rushed over to me.

“You bastard! Of all people, you dare to attack our president. You must be tired of living!”

I was still sitting leisurely, without a care for the three menacing figures approaching me. But what happened next was completely within my expectations.

Megan immediately shot up from the couch and blasted the guards, “How dare you treat my guest this way? Get out now!”

The three men stopped in their tracks, and their leader sheepishly asked, “Didn’t Miss Owens say that this person was about to attack you?”

Megan shot Hannah a disapproving look, then said helplessly, “Hannah, leave. What happened just now was all a misunderstanding. The three of you should also get back to work. This man is my guest, and he won’t harm me in any way.”

No one dared to disobey Megan. The guards immediately turned to leave and were kind enough to bring along a dumbfounded Hannah.

Now that we had the room to ourselves, Megan asked me, “What illness am I suffering from? Is your diagnosis accurate?”

I smiled. “It's an illness that affects women, but there’s no medical term for it yet.”

Her face sank.

I skipped the second question and added, “There are no clinical records for this medical condition. Even if you were to see a doctor, they wouldn't be able to help you.”

Megan’s face fell. With a frown, she asked again, “How do you know about this condition if there are no clinical records?”

It seemed she was still wary of me. I lamented inwardly, the president of a large corporation is certainly different from others!

I was not one to mince words, so I cut to the chase. “The lack of clinical records does not mean there is no one who has suffered from it, or that it's untreatable. I was able to diagnose it because I happen to know one of the few people who know of this illness and its treatment methods. You can take it as knowledge passed down from a teacher. However, it’s up to you whether you want to take my word for it.”

Megan fell silent as she carefully considered whether or not to rely on my words.

In order to gain her absolute trust, I decided to reveal something that I had held back earlier. “If you don’t treat this illness soon, within a month, the tiny, red spots on your v****a will increase…”

Megan gritted her teeth and glared daggers at me. Then she calmed and sighed in resignation. “Please use your massage skills to help me treat this illness. I will definitely reward you handsomely if I am cured. But if I find that you have been dishonest, I’ll make you pay the price!”

I could finally relax now that Megan had agreed to the treatment. To me, being a masseur was akin to killing two birds with one stone. On one hand, it was meaningful because I could help people with their medical conditions. On the other, I was able to make a living and pay off my debt.

And so, I instructed Megan without any hesitation, “Take off all your clothes except your undergarments, then lie down on your stomach on the couch.”