"Hi, sir! How may I assist you?" the salon staff greeted as Draymond entered.
However, Draymond seemed not to hear her, his agitation evident as he looked around the salon. The people in the salon stared at him with a mix of admiration and confusion. How did this handsome man enter the salon and appear to be searching for a lost jewel?
"Where is your massage room?" Draymond's voice asked coldly.
A stunned staff member pointed towards the hallway leading to the massage rooms, mouth agape.
"Ugh! There,"
"Fuck! I've already wasted two minutes," Draymond murmured, trotting towards the massage room.
Simon rushed after Draymond, avoiding asking any questions. He knew his boss well enough to understand that Draymond had a purpose.
