Mr. Taiye clears his throat and initiates a conversation with Anita. "I remember asking you to submit your CV. Have you done it yet?" he inquired. "No, sir, I still have it in my bag," Anita replied. Mr. Taiye nodded and requested, "Alright, please hand it to me, and I'll review it when I have some free time. I'll ask my son to provide feedback later." Liam overheard his father's conversation as he stood by the door but remained composed. "Okay, sir." Anita quickly retrieved her CV from her bag, placed it in an envelope, and handed it over to Mr. Taiye. Accepting the document, Mr. Taiye smiled and said, "Okay, dear. Have a great day. I hope my son isn't adding to your workload." "No, sir," Anita assured. "Father, can we leave now?" Liam interrupted, turning his attention back to the open office. "Certainly, son," Mr. Taiye responded. Mr. Taiye smiled at Liam and walked out with him to Liam's office, holding the CV he had received from Anita. Upon entering his son's
"I can't believe you think like them, Joel," Anita gasps, her cheeks reddening. "Like who?" Joel inquired, concerned, as he had never intended to annoy Anita. "Forget about them. Can I go now?" She asks, looking away from him and her hand he holds, seeing that most of the staff has already left the third level except for Bambam, for whom she has no idea why she is waiting.. "Please, Anita, I apologize. I didn't mean to annoy you. I could tell the CEO was attracted to you by how he looked at you with worry and affection written all over his face, and I couldn't compete with him for you. I'm glad you stated he'd get married shortly. Honestly, I'd like to ask you to be my girlfriend." Joel announced, and Anita's jaw dropped as she looked at him with surprise. "Be your girl?" She asked, shaking her head. Then, Bambam coughed and slowly walked past them, clicking her high-heeled shoes to the ground as she wore a wine-colored oversized suit. *[Cough, cough].* "I see you're already inte
Anita walks into her living room and stares at Lisa and Glory, who find it difficult to keep a calm face as they look visibly sad and worried. "What's wrong?" she asks them, and they burst out crying, staring away from her as they wipe their tears. Anita stares at Flora standing beside the couch and questions her, "What did you do to them?" "Nothing," Flora responds, a heaviness evident in her voice as well. "What's wrong? Why aren't you girls saying anything? Did the bank people come here today, Mother?" Anita calls out to her mother and hurries to her mother's room. Upon entering, she sees her mother taking off her clothes to dress in a more comfortable outfit, or even her nightgown. "Mother, did you ask them not to tell me anything?" Anita storms in and asks her mother, who ignores her first daughter's question and continues undressing. "Mom, I'm asking you," Anita insists. She notices a letter by her mother's handbag, rushes to it, and picks it up. Before her mother can rea
Anita continues to stare at the card in her palm before deciding to call the governor's wife's number. She inserts the phone number into her phone and saves it, just as Glory knocks and walks in. "Is it time for dinner, big sister?" Glory asks Anita, surprised to learn that she hasn't even taken a bath yet. "Okay, I'll be out soon. You can have your dinners alone, as I'd like to take a bath first," Anita said. "No, mother insists, I call you out now because she wants to speak to us," Glory reminds Anita. "Oh," Anita sighs, staring at her room's wall clock, which reads 8 p.m. sharp. "Fine, go ahead; I am coming." She drops her phone, stands up, pulls her white towel around her chest to conceal her thighs, and steps out of her room into the dining room to join her mother and sisters. Anita takes her usual seat for dinner, and Glory and Lisa come out of the kitchen to serve them. The dining room is quiet, and her mother says nothing while Lisa shares the fufu she got at the market
Anita steps out of the room, sighs deeply, and stands at the door. She exhales and adjusts her towel appropriately as she walks back to the room she shares with Glory. Anita opens the room door and discovers Glory fiddling with her phone. "Any calls?" she inquires of Glory, who is lying on the bed, pressing the phone and playing games. "No calls!" Glory responds, and Anita sighs before walking into the bathroom to take a bath. Anita steps out of her bath and heads back to her wardrobe to change into her nightgown. The week has been stressful, and she sighs deeply as she dresses. Anita is meant to recuperate and go see her father the following Saturday, but she has already promised Joel that she will attend his younger sister's birthday party, despite the fact that the officers in charge will not even let her see her father and will instead stare at her lustfully. She settles into her bed, takes her phone from Glory, and activates her data connection to use it with her laptop. A
Mrs. Bianca Patrick looked at Temisa with surprise. "Temisa, how can you say this? She's your sister, and instead of asking her who she slept with or who she's having an affair with and telling us the truth, you seem unconcerned about her." "Please, Mom, she is not my sister, and I do not care. If the breakfast isn't ready, I'm leaving. I can eat on the way or who knows, I'll have it there. In short, I'm leaving," Temisa exclaimed as she stormed out, leaving Mrs. Bianca speechless to gaze at Martin. "Aren't you going to say anything too? You sat down there because you're not concerned about Felicia too?" Mrs. Bianca asked Martin. Martin stood up and walked up to his mother. "Mom, you worry too much about Felicia. She's no longer a child and may already have a partner," Martin commented. Felicia furrowed her brow at him and instantly looked downward, unwilling to meet their gazes. "A boyfriend at this age? She's only twenty years old, Martin. And I wish the best for her. If you do
Martin doesn't care whether his mother sees him with Felicia or not. He walks over to sit alongside Felicia and talk to her, as she hasn't even eaten half of her bread and is still holding it. "I'm sorry for what happened," Martin tells her, but Felicia remains silent and immovable. He hums her name, "Felicia," but she continues to sob. Martin tries to wipe her tears away, but Felicia pushes away his hand, knowing her foster father is in his room. Martin sighs and looks at the dining table. "Fine, I will try and look for an apartment, so we can move out and have our freedom." Felicia looks at him with opened lips, wanting to say something, but shakes her head. She cannot abandon her, madam. She adores her foster mother and cannot break her heart. "No," she says, still sobbing, but Martin does not respond as he stands up and goes out of the dining room. Felicia looks at Martin departing and recalls how he looks like a knight. She gulps and feels her tummy grumble loudly in hung
Liam smiles at Temisa as he chats with her on the couch because she is a laid-back person who does not make him feel uncomfortable or uneasy, unlike when he is with his secretary. Liam has no feelings of lust for Temisa and prefers to talk to her as if she were his sister. His mother approaches them and grins as she enters the upstairs sitting room. "I see you both are getting along, Liam; then we won't waste any time going to see her parents and people," Mrs. Juliet says. Liam smiles at his mother's words and listens to her speech. Anything that makes his mother happy also warms his heart, which he enjoys. "My daughter, you're blessed, okay?" "Thank you, ma," Temisa says, kneeling down before his mother as Mrs. Juliet prays for her. His mother finally excuses them, and Liam stands up to show Temisa around their lovely estate. She walks with him, and he shows her his two-in-one huge bedroom, which serves as both his private parlor and sleeping area. He shows her around their lov