Malcolm pinned her with an intense stare. “Now tell me. What’s your job?”
She looked confused and her brow creased in obvious puzzlement. “I don’t understand what you’re asking,” she said helplessly. “I’m not being deliberately obtuse, Malcolm. I just don’t understand your question.”
“My job is to always take care of you; to provide for you; to ensure your safety when I cannot be near, and most especially, to ensure that you are comfortable above all else. You only have one job. Obey.”
Venus stared in wonder at Malcolm as a myriad of conflicting emotions assailed her over his frank statement of the facts—the truth—as he saw them. She felt a slight irritation. But mostly she felt profound relief. She felt as though a great burden had shifted and had been lifted from her shoulders.
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