The Escort Man's

NAOMI'S DECISION

[Good day, Madame! Do you have time to meet? I would like to discuss about the exclusive contract that you offered the other day] - Naomi Olsen-

Naomi is still waiting for a reply from Madame Brennen. The woman changed to fiddling with her i-pad screen, as if not caring about the infusion needle that was still stuck in her arm.

[You changed your mind?] - Madame Brennen-Madame

[Yes! When do you have time?] - Naomi Olsen-san

[I think your agency is really professional. Turns out you're easily affected] - Madame Brennen-

Naomi's finger was silent for a moment and did not immediately type a reply message. The woman placed her mobile phone and i-pad on her lap, then her right hand massaged her own nose.

[There are internal issues within the agency that I can't explain. But I also do not force you, if you have changed your mind and are no longer interested in one of our escorts.] - Naomi Olsen-Naomi

[Thank you again for your time. Good day, Madame Brennen!] - Naomi Olsen

There's no reply.

Naomi only sighed, along with the door of her treatment room that was opened from outside. Oscar entered and immediately approached Naomi with an unhappy look.

"Do I need to confiscate your phone and i-pad so you really take a break and don't keep taking care of your collection?" Oscar's blunder that immediately made Naomi remove the two objects from her lap.

"You didn't tell Jesslyn about my pain, did you?" Naomi asked worriedly.

"How am I supposed to tell you, if she's never gonna talk to me and to everyone in the house but you!" Answer the cynical Oscar. Jesslyn did avoid talking to all the escorts who lived in Naomi's house. The girl would lock herself up in a room all day after school and would only go out if Naomi was home.

"Why didn't you ever tell me about your illness?" Oscar asked as he pulled up a chair to sit next to Naomi's care bed.

"It's none of your business!" Naomi answered still with Naomi's distinctive slender tone.

It hurts, it still sucks!

"This is my business, Nao! You're like...." Oscar paused for a moment.

"Like what? G*rmomu?" Naomi asked in a rude manner.

"Let me take care of you" asked the next Oscar who only made Naomi turn her face away, and again took her phone that reads. There's a message coming in from Madame Brennen.

[Tomorrow at two in my office. Don't be late because my time is precious] - Madame Brennen

Naomi closed her eyes for a moment, before she turned to look at Oscar who was still in his place.

"You can do something for me, Oscar?" Naomi said as she looked deeply at Oscar.

"Do what?" Ask Oscar quickly.

"You want to meet the woman who made you fall in love and gave you satisfaction, right?"

"I'm not going to break agency rules anymore, Nao! I'm not gonna defect-"

"Slow!"

"I've made a schedule for you to meet Madame Brennen." Sela Naomi cuts out Oscar's sentence.

"Meet Madame Brennen tomorrow, and come home now! Rest and do not drink alcohol!" Naomi put her phone back on the nightstand, then the woman lay down and pulled the blanket over her head.

"Good night, Oscar!" Naomi turned and turned back to Oscar. Naomi closed her eyes and swallowed the bitter lump in her throat, as her tears urged to come out.

Forget it, Nao!

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