Anna Lies: *Looks up from her computer screen with a slight jump, startled by the sudden interruption.* "Mr. Burden, I didn't hear you come in. Did you need something?"
Bentley Burden: Yes I could use a massage and expect you in my office within half an hour, can you do that?
Anna Lies: *Her eyes widen slightly at the unexpected request, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.* "A... massage, Mr. Burden?"
Bentley Burden: Yes
Anna Lies: *Her mind races as she tries to process the inappropriate nature of his request. She swallows hard, her cheeks flushing slightly.* "I'm not sure if I'm the right person for that, Mr. Burden. Perhaps you could call a professional masseuse?"
Bentley Burden: No I want you to do it
Anna Lies: *Her heart hammers in her chest. She takes a deep, calming breath, straightening her posture.* "Mr. Burden, I'm sorry, but I can't in good conscience agree to that. It's not part of my job description, and it would be highly inappropriate."
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