Myke while Jessica was giving me a massage, the doorman knocked on the door. She excused herself and opened the door to talk in the hallway. I couldn't really hear exactly what they were saying but they were arguing. When she returned, she complained that the doorman had the wrong rate than what was texted to her. She showed me the rate that was texted to her, which was the correct one I had agreed to, but the doorman was stating that the rate was less. She returned to the massage for about a minute before her phone started to ring. She looked at her phone and saw it was the doorman's number, so she declined the call and put her phone on silent. She then made a comment that she didn't want to be bothered. She apologized, and I told her it was okay, which I think made her feel more comfortable and relaxed.
