The Escort Man's

MADAME BRENNEN

Oscar steps into Madame Brennen's mansion. A man who seemed to be the same age as Naomi immediately greeted Oscar and put on a friendly smile even though Oscar knew that the smile was just fake.

Almost any man who knows the work of Oscar Petrichor will surely look down on Oscar. Or maybe they just envy the work of Oscar who can accompany the rich women.

"Welcome, Mr. Oscar! I'm Johnshon, Madame Brennen's secretary" Johnson said, introducing herself to Oscar.

"Yes!" Answer the short Oscar with a loud gesture of course. Oscar does not like to mince words to people who are not his clients, especially if the person looks at him with cynicism and demeaning. Oscar's job isn't that low!

"Let me take you to Madame Brennen's room!" Invite Johnson again, which this time only answered Oscar with a nod of the head. The two men continued to walk down the long hallway where the left and right side of the hall lined with expensive paintings from famous painters.

At first glance maybe the painting looks just on display and gives the opportunity to the ignorant hands of visitors to the mansion Madame Brennen to touch or maybe steal it. But if seen more clearly, in front of the expensive paintings, infrared safety has actually been installed that will directly hurt the hands of anyone who is curious to touch or take the hundreds of millions of valuable art.

Yes, what a top-class security!

And it's best that Jesslyn's kind of kids don't have to visit Madame Brennen's mansion or they can lose their tiny fingers at any time.

Why did Oscar think of Jesslyn?

It sucks!

Oscar and Johnson finally arrived at the end of the hallway, where there was a large door with luxurious carvings that indicated that it was not an arbitrary room.

"Please come in, Mr. Oscar! Madame is waiting for you!" Johnson said as he opened the luxurious door.

Oscar stepped in, leaving Johnson, who had closed the door. Oscar circled his gaze into the luxurious room which was the workspace as well as the private room of Madame Brennen as it seemed. Because in addition to there is a work desk, in the room there is also a luxurious sofa and a luxurious bed.

"Good day, Oscar Petrichor!" greet Madame Brennen with her friendly smile. The forty-year-old woman still looked young and fresh. Expensive treatment never disappoints.

"Call me Oscar, Madame!" Answer the polite Oscar who immediately grabbed the hand of madame Brennen and kissed her. A simple gesture that made Madame Brennen's face slightly red. Second puber is like that!

"You can call me Aster then," said Madame Brennen next whose hands were already clasped together. Is that forty-year-old woman in a groggy mood right now?

"We met when you accompanied Deasy Anthony. You remember?" Madame Brennen asked her next conversation with Oscar.

"Of course I remember, Madame!" Oscar replied, with a thin smile.

"I immediately asked Johnson to find information about you, and then I called Naomi and here you are!" The story of Madame Brennen again as if the woman was trying to cover up her nervousness at Oscar.

"I'm also happy that you invited me, Madame-"

"Aster!" Madame Brennen cuts and corrects Oscar's call to her.

"Ah, yes!"

"Aster!"

"I'm glad that you invited me to your fancy office" Oscar repeated, putting on a thin smile that became his trademark. Although only a thin smile, it was able to make rich women like Madame Brennen bend their knees to him.

"Please sit!" Madame Brennen pointed to one single sofa and allowed Oscar to sit there. Then the forty-year-old woman sat on another sofa opposite Oscar. Madame Brennen still did not stop looking closely at Oscar, as if the middle-aged woman was so amazed at the good looks of Oscar.

"So, do all the clients who hire you always want a bed relationship? Did someone hire you to do something else? Just talking for example?" Madame Brennen's fawning again while rem*s her fingers. It seemed like the middle-aged woman was a little agitated or perhaps groggy.

"Clients hire me to do whatever they like, Aster! And it is my duty to serve them as well as possible." Answer the diplomatic Oscar. Madame Brennen's lips instantly revealed a smile.

"Then, do you always get old clients?"

"I mean, you look young and-'

"I'm thirty years old, Madame," said Oscar, cutting Madame Brennen's sentence which of course immediately made the forty-year-old woman surprised.

"You're so young! I thought we were just slack." Madame Brennen looks a little misbehaved.

"For me age is not a problem, because the agency already trusts me to serve clients who are old and I like it," Oscar replied with a face so convincing.

"Oh, yeah!"

"That's not a problem for you to serve this older woman and...." Madame Brennen paused her sentence for a moment and Oscar immediately raised next to her eyebrows.

"And?" Ask Oscar curiously.

"And the virgin."

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Deasy Anthony is Edward Anthony's mommy.

Edward Anthony who?

Her husband was Elleanore Queen Alexander, the youngest child of Dean Alexander and Felichia.

The story of Edward and Elleanore is in "Queen of Alexander's"

The story of Dean Alexander and Felichia is in "Revelation To My Husband's Friend"

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