ar, but that didn't excite him at all. Arnold couldn't wrap his head around what he witnessed that morning; there was a notification of messages from Jessica, but she was the le

ssion which was what was here now. She cannot drop those things now all because of Arnold. "I'm going to stay and fight for my place here". She made her decision there and that was it for her. She picked up her tablet as she started to sort her boss's schedule into place for the next three months to come. ............................................................. "Come in Jessica",Mrs Arnold's grunted from her second most favourite place in the mansion. The spa room. Jessica never fancied the spa room,in ln fact she had only been there twice since she started her stay at the mansion. Mrs Arnold was lying on the yellow plush massage table, surrounded by lighted and glowing candles with some slow and maybe describable as soothing music was being played in the background.Her eyes closed, with a peaceful expression gracing her face. Jessica watched as the skilled massage therapist kneaded her muscles, supposedly to ease tension and stress. The scent of essentia and expensive oils wafted through the air, "Breathe slowly ma". The therapist said softly As Mrs Arnold's breathing slowed,and her body melted into the table, Jessica knew this was not the best place to discuss her hate for Jenny while Mrs Arnold was getting rid of her stress and worries. "let go of all worries now". She continued. "Breathe in". Jessica watched in awe as Mrs Arnold's rhythmic movements continued. "You asked to see me right". Mrs Arnold spoke in her strong Caucasian accent. "That'll be later Mrs Arnold, Jessica spoke,trying to be formal. "Join me then". She invited Jessica in. Reluctantly,she followed the therapists instructions on how as she took off her clothings. After a considerable amount of silence between both women,Mrs Arnold finally spoke. "The home secretary is the reason you're here right". Mrs Arnold wasted no time asking. Jenny nodded weakly as the warm wax pressed against her skin. "I guessed as much,because I know how much you dislike getting waxed",she said with a chuckle. Jenny, knowing she'll continue talking;waited for her. "The home secretary is not a threat to you at all; Arnold is my son and he'll listen to whatever I say". Mrs Arnold raised her voice. "She's not even as classy or as hot as you," she turned to see Jessica's reaction and it was just as she expected. She blushed as Mrs Arnold made the compliment reminding her of her shape and beauty.Mrs Arnold had given hope, which she would hold onto. "Thank you so much madam", she said to the therapist. ........................................................... Fixing her boss's schedule was a very stressful and demanding one mainly due to the unavailability of her boss so as to discuss which was more important and which meeting or engagement he would love to have postponed. After drawing out a draft,she printed it and attached it to that daily duty file she had to submit everyday and also for his approval. It was 6pm and her duty as he secretary was over,she could do whatever she wished now. Her shoes were the first to get pulled off,she packe