Mr John Patrick smiled at Mr Taiye, then replied, "Oh, she studied Business Administration at the University of Nigeria."
"That's great. Have her submit her CV to us once she's home. I'm sure we have more vacancies for new employees like her. I'll be waiting for her response," Mr Taiye said."Father!" Liam quickly interrupted his father as his frown deepened."You can't just offer me to her like that," Liam said. His father smiled at him and replied, "I understand, son. I'm just trying to show appreciation to Mr John Patrick for his loyalty and hard work over the past twenty years."Mr John smiled faintly at Liam, bowed slightly to leave, and said, "I'll be taking my leave now, boss. Thank you, and congratulations again, Master Liam."Liam nodded as he heard Mr John's last words. He walked with his father back to the front of the meeting hall, standing near the exit door, and said, "I don't agree with what you did, father. There are better ways to show appreciation to Mr John without affecting me.""What do you mean, son? Mr John has been a dedicated employee. I know you're new here and may not understand everything, but it's okay. Besides, he said it's up to his daughter to decide. She might not even accept the job offer, so there's no need for you to worry," Mr Taiye replied as he turned to leave the meeting hall. Liam responded, "I hope she doesn't. Women are not my focus right now.""Liam!.." Mr Taiye paused, looking back at his son with a shake of his head."You shouldn't talk like that in front of your mother, Liam. One day you'll find a good wife. But for now, let's focus on business and forget what just happened," his father advised."Okay father," Liam sighed as he watched his father leave the meeting hall. His personal assistant, Brown, approached him as soon as his father left."What should I do next, boss?" Brown asked, standing in front of Liam."Get the car ready, I'm heading home for today. Official duties start tomorrow," Liam instructed."Sure boss," Brown left the meeting hall on the second floor to inform Liam's personal driver to prepare the car."Israel, get the car ready. The boss is leaving," Brown told Israel on the ground floor, and Israel nodded.The Benson group is a large multi-million dollar company with five floors and many employees. Liam exited the elevator and walked to the car park. Some workers were standing around, chatting near their cars since it was a free day, and not much work needed to be done. They had been given a break by Liam's father to witness him becoming the new CEO.Liam sat in the back seat as Israel started the car and drove him home to the Benson residential villa. Upon arrival, Liam got out of the car and went straight to the living room downstairs. His mother was not there as she was in the kitchen cooking, despite having many maids and servants working in their home. Mrs. Juliet Jackson preferred cooking herself, especially their local dishes. A maid welcomed Liam as she heard the car arrive, bowing and greeting him politely, "Welcome back Master Liam.""Thank you," Liam replied, heading towards the kitchen to find his mother. The aroma of the Egusi soup she was preparing filled the living room. Mrs. Jackson was cooking the popular dish with beef and fresh fish, her specialty."Good afternoon, Mom," Liam greeted his mother as he walked into the kitchen. The two maids assisting his mother immediately lowered their heads when they saw him. "Welcome back, Master Liam." Liam nodded at them while his mom washed her hands in the kitchen sink, dried them with a kitchen towel, and walked up to give him a warm hug."Welcome home, son. How was your day at the office today?" Mrs. Juliet asked."Fine, mother. Hasn't father arrived home yet?" Liam asked. She replied, "No, son. Probably he's with his friends. You know he's happy you finally returned and are now the new CEO.""I know that, Mom," Liam smiled faintly as he stepped out of the kitchen. Mrs. Juliet instructed the cook on what to do as her meal was almost done. "Just keep an eye on it so it won't get burnt. Once it's ready, serve it right away," Mrs. Juliet told a maid."Okay, Ma'am," Nora responded, heading to the maids and servants in their home. Mrs. Juliet finally walked out to meet her son as he sat on the couch stretching his legs. She was dressed in her usual long brown gown and removed her kitchen apron, handing it to a maid who followed her out."Here, take this to the laundry room and wash it.""Okay, Ma'am," the maid said, taking the apron and leaving. Mrs. Juliet sat on the opposite couch across from Liam."Mom, why are you cooking when you have maids and cooks to do it for you?" Liam asked."I know, son. But cooking is a form of exercise, and I enjoy it. I can't leave all the work to the maids and cooks, or I might become lazy and sick. I retired from the nursing home this year before you returned," Mrs. Juliet explained."Okay, so long as you're not stressed about it, I'm okay with that," Liam replied."Did the event go well, son?" Mrs. Juliet inquired."It was fine, mother. Just a simple meeting with the new staff, but I didn't like how some of the young female staff dressed," Liam replied, his face showing irritation."What do you mean? Were they not dressed appropriately?" Mrs. Juliet asked, looking confused."Decently, mother. They should dress decently for work, not trying to attract attention," Liam explained."Oh, Liam," Mrs. Juliet said with a faint smile."They are young and maybe looking for someone. They shouldn't have to dress like married women, but they also shouldn't be trying to get your attention," Mrs. Juliet continued."No, mother. I will set a new dress code for Brown and the female staff tomorrow. Those who can't follow it will have to leave," Liam declared."Liam, you can't be so strict. You just started as the CEO. You can't treat your employees this way," Mrs. Juliet frowned."I'm sorry, mom. But that's how I want things to be. I will make sure they follow the new dress code starting tomorrow," Liam insisted, standing up."Liam!" Mrs. Juliet called out, stopping him."I'm sorry, mom. But I need to do this to keep my focus at work. I don't want any distractions," Liam said."Okay, son. I just hope this doesn't cause any issues at the company," Mrs. Juliet sighed."No, Mom. I'll go freshen up now. The smell of the soup is inviting. I'll be back for dinner," Liam said."Alright, I'll be waiting," Mrs. Juliet replied.Mrs. Juliet watches as her son climbs the stairs in the living room and makes his way up to the second floor of their standard duplex. Even though her husband could afford a multimillion dollar mansion, she still prefers to stay in Benson Villa because it holds many of her cherished memories.She lets out a sigh as she stands up to set the dining table with the maids. Just then, her husband returns home with his friend, Mr. Tunji Martin, and she greets them as they enter the living room and find her heading towards the dining room."Welcome, Honey!" Mrs. Juliet walks over to greet her husband. Even though he is 68 years old, she never forgets to call him honey."Wow, the smell of the soup is so inviting," Mr. Taiye says to his wife, who smiles back at him."Where's Liam? Hasn't he returned yet?" Mr. Taiye asks."He's back, he just went upstairs to freshen up," Mrs. Juliet replies."Okay, this is my friend Tunji. We were going to discuss some business, but dinner can wait, Tunji will be joining us," Mr. Taiye says."Okay, Honey," Mrs. Juliet smiles at Mr. Tunji and he greets her, "Well done, ma.""Welcome," she responds.Anita returned home with her parents, who had rushed to her school to witness her graduation ceremony. Her mother beamed joyfully, while her father maintained his usual stoic expression as he drove them home. He admired Anita for not letting her beauty affect her success in life, but he was puzzled as to why she stood out as the most beautiful among his daughters. Despite his wife not giving him a son, he seemed unfazed by it, as their tradition allowed a woman to inherit her father's property even if she was already married to someone else. However, he still pondered whether he was Anita's biological father. He breathed a sigh of relief as he headed home since the university was conveniently located closer to their city residence. Upon returning home, he pulled into their modest compound and parked. Their residence was a humble bungalow featuring 4 bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and 5 bathrooms. Mr. Joshua Baker owned the house, having acquired it directly from the previous
Mrs. Tonia offers a faint smile to Anita as she gracefully steps aside for Glory to pass with the tray of soup. Anita quietly enters the kitchen without speaking to her mother, her face reflecting a deep sadness that Mrs. Tonia can empathize with. "Anita," Mrs. Tonia calls her first daughter's name with urgency. "What's the matter, mom?" Anita inquired while strolling alongside her mother. "I just want to assure you that your father genuinely cares about you and your siblings and fully supports your success," Mrs. Tonia reassured, gently holding Anita's hand. "Hmph," Anita sighed. "I understand, Mom, but that's not a concern. Whether he has feelings for me or not, it's all good. I will forever regard him as my father, and that's all," Anita said. "Anita," Mrs. Tonia expressed. "Mom, where is the fufu?" Flora swiftly entered the kitchen, catching Anita's attention. She went to the kitchen cabinet where their mother was waiting. "Mom, why are you holding her hands and talking to
Mrs. Tonia did not say anything as Flora left the room. Instead, she sighed and walked over to sit by Anita on the bed, while Favour and Esther also left. "Do not be harsh with your sister. Fighting with her was unnecessary," Mrs. Tonia said to Anita as she sat beside her on the bed. "I know, Mom, but they keep disrespecting me too much and are getting out of hand," Anita said. "It is okay. I understand, but do not change yourself because of them. Keep being my sweet and calm daughter," Mrs. Tonia urged. "Okay, Mom," Anita sighed as she looked at their mother. Glory moved up to sit on the bed with her. "I need to depart immediately and join your father," Mrs. Tonia said. "Glory, go ahead and pack your bags and come join Anita here." "Okay, Mom," Glory replied, standing up from the bed and walking out of the room, going to the room she shares with Lisa. Flora was already in the room, arranging her bag of clothes into the wardrobe, but she didn't say anything to Glory, who stepped
Anita couldn't say anything more after their mother left them and returned to the room to be with their father. She sighed and looked back at Flora, who appeared concerned, as they returned to the couch. "What do you think is the problem?" Esther inquired, but Flora shook her head and responded, "I'm not sure, but I'm concerned about something serious." They sat back on the couch, waiting for their father or mother to come out and speak with them. Anita sighed and finally walked back to her room, as she had no idea what the problem was, but she believed her mother would inform them even if her father did not want to, as she noticed her father was already prepared to leave for work before learning whatever news had crushed him. Anita quietly prayed in her heart, "Let it not be that my father has lost his job." She shook her head and returned to her room, suspecting that her father's scream was related to his office duties. She sat on her bed, picked up her phone, and began composi
Liam stepped into his office, took his seat on his executive office chair, and swirled it sideways while glancing around. He smiled and rolled up his sleeves to begin his new day at work, leaning forward to his desk and turning on his computer to check the company's records while waiting for it to finish booting. Liam tick-tocked the time while he waited for the computer to finish booting, and just then his secretary knocked, and he said, "Come in." Margret entered his office, holding a file, and smiled slightly at him. She looked down briefly before coming to a halt in front of his desk. "Yes.. What's your name again?" Liam inquired as he looked up at her. "Margret Jonathan," she murmured, still smiling. "Okay, Miss Margret. What do you want, and how can I help you?" Liam inquired, and she moved forward. "Sir, Mr. John Patrick brought this file this morning and told me to hand it over to you," Margret remarked, staring at him. "Okay, come drop it here," Liam indicated to the side o
"Hello, boss," Margret answered the office phone. "Come into my office right away," Liam said, and Margret gulped and jumped up from her office chair, dropping the phone line. She noticed Bambam smiling at her as she prepared to attend to the client sitting in front of her. Some clients enter Margret's secretary office to see her. However, she swiftly directs them to other staff members working on the third floor office to attend to them, since she knows the new boss does not enjoy being kept waiting. Margret stepped quickly to Liam's office door, knocked lightly on it, and heard his icy reaction. "Come in." Margret gulped as she unlocked his office door and entered his luxurious office to see him. "What took you so long to respond to my call?" Liam questioned as he continued working on his computer, his gaze remaining fixed on the monitor screen as his fingers tapped faster on the keyboard. "I'm sorry, boss, I arrived late from lunch," Margret said, and Liam paused his typing an
Temisa is at her father's mansion because their home is a typical duplex on a government-owned estate, which her father purchased as a new home. "Father, have you submitted my CV and letter of application to the new boss?" Temisa questioned as her father entered the living room. She sat on the large couch, filing and brushing her long nails. Mr. John simply stared at his daughter. Instead of standing up and greeting him, Temisa sat comfortably on the large couch, polishing her long nails and asking him questions as if he were an errand boy. "Temisa, you're quite unbelievable; not even a welcome greeting from you to your father?" Mr. John inquired as he placed his briefcase on the living room center table and gradually untied his necktie. "I'm sorry, dad. Good evening, Father. "Welcome home," Temisa remarked, dropping her leg off the couch where she had previously rested it. She relaxed while polishing her long nails. "Where's your mother?" Mr. John inquired. Temisa said, "She went
"Mom, I cannot work with them if that is what their boss now expects of them," Temisa stated as she stood up from the couch. She had earlier been seated with her mother when Felicia departed with the car key and proceeded to empty the boot. "I understand you, Temisa, but know that your father went through a lot to get your application sent to their boss. And it will be very disrespectful to your father if, when their new boss approves of you, you do not return to them. Remember, your results aren't even the best, and they still want you to work with them," Mrs. Bianca spoke. "But mother..." Temisa was speechless as she looked at her mother, a lovely, big black woman. "Think about it, Temisa, and go easy on yourself. You're fortunate that your father is doing everything he can to help you rise to the top of your class. As he told me personally, the CEO's father wants you to be connected with his son, and the only way you can do so is to get closer to him and form a bond with him." "