The Power Of James Miller

Becky looked at James Miller from a distance, she took a deep breath and then walked over to him. She stood in the corner of the room, in front of her James Miller was sitting while enjoying his lunch which had been delayed because of her bad cooking.

"Come here," he said, waving his hand for Becky to come closer to him.

"Yes sir."

"Sit down," said he, pointing to the chair in front of him. Without further questioning, she pulled out the chair and sat on it.

"From now on you have to come with me wherever I go even to the office, you will always stick with me and serve my needs no matter what happens," he said flatly.

Becky wanted to protest but a clever thought popped into her head. If she had to follow James wherever he went, that meant she could escape anytime when she had the chance!

"Don't even think about running away because I will never let that happen, not before your father returns my painting to me," James Miller said without looking up at Becky who was quite surprised