"So make your wish, Master. I promise I won't screw it up." Karyn said. She had given Jon a nice speech, though not a true one. She hated to lie, but she had too. It was better that Jon not know that he couldn't free her; not even with the stone.
"All right." Jon crossed his arms, "I wish that I lived in a mansion." The room Jon and Karyn were in blew away like dust, to be replaced with a grander and more ornate room. Jon had a full entertainment center on the far wall; a top of the line computer on the other wall. In fact, everything Jon had, he still had, though in better condition. Collectibles, books, clothes. Everything. He even had a pool table in an adjacent room.
There was one thing that caught Jon's eye immediately, however. "It's clean." He yelped.
Karyn smiled. "There's a reason for that."
There was a knock on the door, "Master Jonathan, your supper is ready." The door opened and Sarah McMillian came walking in, dressed in a black dress with a white tea apron and white tights. She carefully set the platter down on Jon's desk and poured soda into a cup.
"Uh, thank you, Sarah. You can go now, though. I can take care of myself from here."
"Sir," she nodded, and left the room. She looked at Karyn on the way out. "Lovely dress, Miss Karyn." The genie obliged a nod.
As soon as the door closed, Jon turned to Karyn, "What the hell is that about!"
The genie shrugged, "After her parents hit hard times, Sarah was forced to get a job. Your mom had just won the lottery, and took a little pity on Sarah. The rest is history."
"You could have a least made her a French maid." Jon teased as he began to eat.
Outside, Sarah grinned to herself. It would be SO much easier to get Karyn's lamp now . . .
