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Julian’s heart hammered against his ribs. He stepped into the dimly lit room. Mr. Henderson was a mountain of a man, a corporate lawyer whose shoulders were locked as tight as a bank vault. "You’re not Oh," Henderson grumbled into the face cradle.

Master Oh was waiting by the door, watching through the cracked glass. He didn't say much—he just handed Julian his own set of professional linens and a specialized holster for his oils. File: A_Masseur_is_Born.rar ...