The Agreement

"Tim, Take care of her, you know what to do, bring her to the library after she finished her dinner," said James after he and Becky were back at the mansion.

"Yes, sir!" said Timothy, nodding politely at his boss then he looked at Becky from head to toe and got a little surprised when he saw the shoes she was wearing. Without looking at Becky at all, James Miller walked out of the living room into the hallway that led him to the elevator to the second floor where his room was.

"Come on, this way!" said Timothy while moving his chin, signaling Becky to follow him. Without saying anything she followed him with a gloomy and pale face. "Did you know what would happen to me?" asked her as she walked down the hall to the back door of the mansion.

"No," said Timothy curtly, he kept walking without looking at her who was walking next to him.

"You must know the reason why my father stole that expensive painting, please tell me!" she said as she stood in front of Timothy, blocking his path. He took a deep breath, "No, I don't know anything except the fact that your father is involved with America's first-rate gang of thieves," he said dryly.

Becky's eyes widened, "What?! No way! How could he possibly be involved with such a gang?!"

Timothy shifted and continued on his way.

"Has he joined that gang a long time ago? Or has he joined recently?" asked Becky, trying to keep up with Timothy's wide strides.

"I don't know about that."

"Okay, but do you know the reason why he joined such a dangerous gang?" asked her with a depressed face.

"No, I don't know and why should I know about that? So could you please stop asking me questions because Mr. Miller wouldn't like to see us talking to each other like this," Timothy said quickly.

"Why?"

"Because I have a lot of secrets that you shouldn't know, so now shut up and follow me," he said as he walked out the back door onto a path of beautiful natural stones heading to the pavilion that was located in the corner of the mansion.

Becky scowled, but she had no right to force Timothy to speak because she knew the man was just doing his job.

She looked to her right and left, the shady trees and colorful flowers that were neatly arranged in the garden made her feel better. She had a lot to find out, but for now, she had no choice but to play James Miller's game.

They finally stopped in front of a small pavilion with a koi pond in front of it.

"You will stay in this room, later someone will come to deliver a change of clothes for you, I will pick you up after dinner around eight o'clock, any questions?" Timothy looked up at her who looked lethargic.

"May I have my cell phone and bag, please? Mr. Miller took them from me," said Becky, her face turned irritated whenever she spoke of that snob.

Timothy shook his head, "I don't have the right to that, you can ask him when you see him, anything else?"

Becky shook her head, her mind torn between her father and her siblings.

"Okay then, here's the key, come on in and clean yourself up, put on a bathrobe until someone comes to deliver clothes for you, I'm off," Timothy babbled like a robot.

Becky just stared at Timothy's back silently. With a slight limp she entered the pavilion.

There was one medium-sized bed with two nightstands on either side. A sofa with a bookshelf containing a row of books and there was also a table in front of the sofa on which two bottles of mineral water were still sealed.

She threw herself onto the sofa, tired.

Did things really have to end like that? What about her life? Her siblings? She couldn't leave them to Nina forever, even though Nina was a very kind neighbor but she couldn't take advantage of her kindness like that, that was not fair...

Fifteen minutes later a bodyguard came and delivered clothes and dinner for her.

"Wait!" she called to the bodyguard as he was about to go back to the mansion. He turned around and looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Since coming to this place I haven't seen a single woman, are all the workers here male?" she asked curiously.

Surprisingly the bodyguard nodded.

Becky's eyes almost popped out of place, "So I'm the only woman here?!" she shouted in bewilderment.

The bodyguard nodded again while stifling a laugh, "Good luck!" he said before walking away leaving her who was too shocked to say anything.

It turned out that the strangeness did not end there when she opened the package of clothes that the bodyguard had given her earlier, she became even more speechless.

An oversized white male shirt and a black belt, no pants no skirt. 'Oh Lord!' did she have to wear those clothes to meet James Miller?

"Don't you think this is ridiculous? To dress like this among you guys?!" she babbled as Timothy picked her up. He didn't laugh at all, "That's all you can wear right now, there are no women in this mansion and it's too late to go buy clothes," he replied flatly.

She snorted, looking down at her long legs that opened up to her thighs. Her feet were covered by oversized sandals, she truly felt that she was like a clown ready to be carried on a parade.

Timothy led her to the second floor where the library room was. Along the way to the library they did not speak to each other because she knew, Timothy would not answer anything she asked about his master. But suddenly he turned to her and said,

"Don't argue with anything Mr. Miller says to you, it will only make him more annoyed, good luck!"

Becky nodded stiffly, somewhat taken aback by Timothy's words. Nervously She opened the library door and went inside. From a distance, she could see James Miller sitting on a swivel chair with a pile of papers in front of him. She walked over to him and stood in front of him. She didn't know how to greet him so she chose to remain silent.

"Sit down and read this!" suddenly James Miller looked up and threw a pile of documents in front of her. When he saw the clothes she was wearing he snorted and looked away making her sneer in annoyance.

“Slavery Agreement? Why do I have to sign this?" asked her, feeling humiliated.

"Because I don't want to do anything illegal, just sign it if you want your father to live in peace until he manages to return my painting!" said James Miller coldly, he rose from his seat and turned around to the window the see the sky that looked gloomy just like the face of the woman in front of him.

With a huff, she read all the points listed.

"Taking care of all of James Miller's needs from A to Z including if..." she suddenly glared in surprise when she read the last point.

"Are you crazy?! I will never have sex with you!"

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