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Nate was still seated by the desk, but he wasn't working this time. Leaning back in his seat, his eyes closed, he said briefly, "Make me some tea." He didn't even take a look at Katie. Katie looked around, spotted the tea and kettle on the table by the window, and brew a cup for Nate. She placed the cup of tea on his desk and asked politely, "Is there anything else, Mr. Anderson?" Nate tapped his temple with his long slim forefinger and said plainly, "I have a headache." Katie understood straight away and went over to give him a massage, from his upper back, shoulder blades, up to his neck and head, rather professionally. After a while, Nate felt much lighter and the headache, as well as the tension on his shoulders, seemed to be gone. "Have you taken any massage courses befo