Mister Miller

“We’re here! Welcome home!” I happily said. I just arrived home with Cameron and Via.

“It’s smaller than I expected. I mean, we’re both billionaires anyway.”

“It’s because you want simplicity in all things. You don’t want a big house to the point that we don’t see or even bump to each other. You want a house where we have no choice but to see each other every day. You get what I mean? You also want a family with a strong bond and not just a wealthy family with a big house.”

“I’m relieved.”

“About what?”

“That I’m not some wealthy cold-hearted CEO or something like in the movies.” We both laughed as we take a sit in the living room. “Somehow, this place feels familiar.”

“It’s because you live here.” I stood up to walk to the kitchen. “Do you want to eat? I’ll cook and you can just stay there with Via. You can go around the house. Move freely, this is your house anyway.”

I went to the kitchen and started cooking and preparing our food for lunch. I peek through the kitchen counter