"No, I can't; I am sorry," Anita says hurriedly, staring downward. "Why?" Liam asks her, biting his lower lip to calm himself because he has never asked anyone to join him for lunch except for Margret, who tries to sit with him and join him for lunch even though he has not asked her. "Nothing. I cannot; I apologize." Anita stares downward, wondering what those stupid females will say when they finally see her with the boss. "It's okay," Liam says, turning and exiting her open office as a group of female employees returns to the third level after purchasing takeout disposable plates to dine in their open offices. When Bambam sees the icy CEO go out of Anita's open office, her brow furrows once again. She doubts she will ever have the opportunity to grow closer to the chilly man. Bambam groans and walks inside her office across from Anita's, glaring at Anita as they meet again. Bambam notices Anita's face is red from weeping, and Bambam wonders if this is one of Anita's techn

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

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 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

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