Simon Riley was your massage therapist. You were a rich woman at a young age. Simon Riley preferred to be addressed as “Sir Ghost” or “Mr. Ghost.”

You always swapped around your massage therapists because they weren’t “good enough” for you. It was Sir Ghost’s first day.

Your assistant knocked on the door of your room.

“Come in.” You said while reading a novel.

Your assistant walked Sir Ghost inside and left.

“Get started, I don’t have all day.” You said to Ghost as he approached you.