Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 17 The Art of Repayment

Sadie's cheeks flushed as she fired back a stern emoji.

Sadie: [I'm giving you business advice here, and you're cracking jokes. You didn't hit your target tonight, so you'll have to make it up tomorrow. Remember, you need to clear at least 5,000 dollars daily...] Micah responded with a sweating emoji.

Sadie: [Double down, put in the extra mile. It's still early. You might close another deal late into the night. Don't be picky, no matter the size of the wealthy woman. If she shows interest, seize the opportunity...] Micah was left speechless.

Sadie: [Never mind! I'm coming to the nightclub now to bring you some boosters. Plus, I'll share some tricks of the trade!]

'A boss has to invest in their employees, not just use them up and spit them out.'

Recalling the business wisdom her father had imparted, Sadie resolved to treat the male escort with a bit more consideration.

After filling Brenda in, Sadie changed into something suitable and set off.

She made her way to the local pharmacy, approached the counter, and in a hushed tone asked, "Excuse me, do you have any...supplements for...um, male drive?"

"For him or her?" the pharmacist inquired.

Sadie dropped her voice even lower. "Him."

"We've got a few options here. See which one you like." The pharmacist gestured toward a shelf lined with choices.

"The most cost-effective," Sadie replied without a moment's hesitation.

"Here you go." The pharmacist handed her a box. "And it's on special right now..."

"How much with the discount?"

"Thirty bucks after the cut."

"That's steep. Just give me the multivitamins."

Exiting the pharmacy, Sadie hailed a taxi and headed straight for the nightclub where the male escort worked, making a beeline for the private room where they'd met before.

And there he was, draped over the sofa in all black, that enigmatic mask giving him an air of authority as if daring anyone to approach.

"Will you look at you! No wonder you're not getting any takers," Sadie chided as she entered. "Rich women come for a good time, not a cold shoulder. Who are you trying to impress with that poker face?" "Take it or leave it," Micah retorted, swirling the wine in his glass.

"Drifting through life won't get you anywhere," Sadie sighed. "You should have goals, aspirations to make a better life for yourself."

"But as a male escort, should I have aspirations too?" Micah shot back.

"Absolutely! Don't escorts have their ranks?" Sadie lectured earnestly, "Excel and you could be the top pick. While others charge ten grand for the night, you could command fifty. Work hard for a couple of years, then retire. You're all young now, but what will you do when age catches up if you don't strive?"

"You have a point," Micah conceded with a nod.

"So, step up your game." Sadie pulled out the multivitamins from her bag. "Here's your new secret weapon. Take one and go charm a high-roller tonight..."

"My libido's just fine. I don't need any potions." Micah glanced at the vitamins, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Or did you have a personal experience with it?"

"It was fine back then, but after all these years, surely there's some... decline, right?" Sadie looked at him sympathetically. "Hard work is key. Especially for..." Her gaze drifted downward, a sigh escaping her lips.

Micah's eyes narrowed to slits, his grip firm on her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Are you questioning my capabilities?"

His eyes held a natural dominance that sent a shiver down her spine.

Sadie stepped back, maintaining a safe distance. "I'm looking out for you, even went out of my way to get these... Show some gratitude for what I've done." Micah closed the gap, his voice low and seductive. "And how should I repay you?"