Mrs. Tonia remains silent as Flora leaves the room. She lets out a sigh and joins Anita on the bed, while Favour and Esther also leave the room.
"It's important to be kind to your sister." "It wasn't necessary to fight with her," Mrs. Tonia tells Anita, sitting beside her on the bed. "I understand, mom, but their disrespect has become excessive and is becoming unmanageable," Anita responds. "It's fine.I understand, but don't let them influence who you are. Continue being my kind and composed daughter." "Sure, mom." Anita sighs and gazes at their mother, while Glory joins her on the bed. "I need to leave now and meet up with your father. Glory, please pack your bags and join Anita here." "Alright, mom," Glory responds, getting up from the bed and heading towards the room she shares with Lisa. Flora quietly organizes her bag of clothes in the room, while Glory enters and effortlessly carries her own box of clothes out. Lisa returns from the kitchen to find Flora in the room she used to share with Glory. She doesn't ask any questions, as she doesn't like Anita and Glory either. Glory leaves the room and returns to join Anita in her room. Anita is engrossed in texting Temisa, while Temisa prefers to call her instead. "Hey, how's home?" Temisa asks Anita. "Everything good, and you?" Anita has some questions. "Sure thing," Temisa replies, sadly. "Hey, what's going on? Are you feeling alright?" Anita inquired with Temisa initially. "I understand, it's a lengthy tale. My father didn't attend the ceremony, but now he wants my results and is asking me to submit them to the Benson group. "I have no interest in working with them," Temisa complains. "What!" Great news! Be happy. Very fast." Anita squeals, expressing her envy of those who have already secured a job right after graduation, while the rest of us have to wander the streets and submit applications to various companies. "Hmm, I understand your perspective, but it doesn't align with my preferences. "I highly doubt I'll get the job, especially considering my results," Temisa complains. "Well, that's good for you, girlfriend. At least you have your father's support, unlike me," Anita complains, and there is a moment of silence on the phone. "It's fine. Unfortunately, I don't have high expectations for collaborating with Benson's groups. "I'm not interested," Temisa said flatly, despite their popularity. "Well, I suppose you could still give it a shot. I'll also be submitting mine there, but I didn't want to bother you earlier or ask for your help in talking to your father about it. If I submit my application now and get accepted, we could work together and you won't have to deal with office work anymore." "Are you planning to submit your CV with the Benson Group as well?" Temisa asked, excitedly. "Yes, but I didn't want to bother you with this. I just thought you should know that your father has plans for you to work there as well," Anita responds. "Alright, I'll submit my application and keep you informed of any updates on their approval." Temisa beams, assuring that the information is from her father and there's no need to stress. "Wow, you're so lucky," Anita enthusiastically exclaims. "I'll submit, but only because you promised. If I don't see you there, I'm quitting," Temisa tells Anita. "Alright, I'll keep it short, but I hope they accept me as well. Goodnight, my love." Anita hangs up after Temisa replies, "Yeah, goodnight too." Anita sets her phone aside and discovers Glory in the room, organizing her box to fit into the wardrobe she used to share with Flora. Anita lets out a sigh. Her siblings have varying skin tones, with Lisa being fair brown and Glory having a brown complexion. "Did Flora inquire about anything when you visited and transported your box?" Anita inquires of Glory. "No," Glory says, joining Anita on the bed after organizing her box in the wardrobe. "I apologize for what happened at first," Glory murmurs to Anita, who returns a smile. "It's fine. It wasn't your fault. Hopefully, Flora, Favor, and Esther will stop bothering me in this house." Anita smiles at Glory and gently touches her hand. "I hope they don't. Ugh, so frustrating." Glory chimed. "It's fine. What did you want to talk about before Flora interrupted us?" Anita inquires of Glory. "Could you tell me if studying business administration at your university is challenging?" Glory has a question for Anita. "No, it's not too stressful." Anita advises to stay focused and avoid distractions from colleagues who may be interested in dating. She shuts down her laptop, feeling tired. "Do you have a boyfriend or anyone interested in you at school?" Glory asks Anita, which surprises Anita as well. "Wow! Tell me about your boyfriend." Anita inquires with a look of astonishment, while Glory responds with a smile. "I don't have a boyfriend because I want to stay focused, and you should too," Anita advises Glory, who continues to smile. "It's fine. Later, you will provide your results for this term while I am present." Anita offers to be Glory's extra coaching teacher. Glory excitedly jumps up from the bed and gives Anita a tight hug. "Thanks, sis!" "You're welcome. Am I allowed to breathe now?" Anita inquires, embracing Glory tightly, noting her chubby figure. "Alright, I'll quickly take care of my needs before going to bed." Glory released Anita and hurried to the washroom, while Anita sighed and opted to play with her Android phone due to the late hour. Anita quickly searches for information about the Benson Group online and finds recent news updates about the company. Anita quickly scans the recent news and notices the change in company ownership by Master Liam Jackson. She feels a sense of disappointment as she looks at the photos from the company's conference hall and the new CEO. Anita is unaware of when Glory came back and join her on the bed to fall asleep, as she is lost in her thoughts and search. Anita sighs as she listens to Glory's peaceful snoring from behind her on the bed. She scrolls through the new CEO's timeline post, checking his profile page. Anita sighs as she clicks on the CEO's profile picture, curious to see the new boss she may work with if her CV is accepted. As Anita gazes at the CEO's profile picture, she notices it was posted six years ago and he looks younger in the photo. She sighs and decides to leave his profile page to find information on how to submit her letter of application and certificate to the company. Anita discovers an online application form and promptly checks for remaining positions. She quickly copies the company's email address and writes a letter of application, as it's the only way to submit an application to work with the company. Anita, feeling tired, plans to write a new application letter for the Benson group tomorrow. She copies the email address, puts her phone on the shelf, and falls asleep on her bed. Anita wakes up in her home the next morning, only to be startled by her father's sudden scream of "No!" She quickly leaped off her bed and hurried out of her room to investigate. "Can you give me a brief summary?" Everyone gathers in the living room as their father sits on the couch, his palms supporting his head as he tries to hold back tears. "Mom, what's wrong?!" They inquire with their mother, but she remains silent, pacing anxiously in the living room. "Dad, what's wrong?" Flora asks, sitting beside him on the couch. He shakes his head sadly, wiping away a tear. "Mom?" Anita approaches their mother and gently takes hold of her hands. "What's wrong, Mom?" Anita asks, and Mrs. Tonia finally replies, "I'm not sure." "Your father got a call this morning, and suddenly I heard him scream while talking to the person on the other end. I'm uncertain about the issue." Mrs. Tonia observes her husband's struggle to hold back tears as he rises from the living room couch. He is dressed in his deep blue suit, prepared for another day at the office. However, he sighs and returns to his room, shaking his head with regret. "Father!" Anita, Flora, and Favor eagerly approach their father, only to be swiftly halted by their mother. "You girls should leave your father alone. I'll handle it and figure out what's wrong," Mrs. Tonia assures them. "Are you certain, Mom?" They ask in a state of perplexity, hoping to catch a glimpse of their father. "Sure. He'll let us know the problem when he's ready."Anita is left speechless as their mother departs, returning to the room to be with their father. She sighs and gazes at Flora, who appears concerned, and they return to the couch to sit. "What's the issue?" Esther asks Flora, and Flora shakes her head and responds, "I'm not sure, but I'm really concerned it's about something important." They patiently wait on the couch for their parent to come out and speak with them. Anita returns to her room, unsure of the problem. She is confident that her mother will inform them, despite her father's reluctance. Anita noticed her father was ready for work when he received some distressing news. She silently prayed that it wasn't about him losing his job. Anita quietly enters her room, haunted by the echoes of her father's screams. He's working in his office while she's on her bed, typing her application letter for the Benson group. *** Back at the Benson residential villa. Liam hasn't informed his father about his new plan to alter t
Liam entered his office and sat down on his executive chair, casually swiveling it as he looked around. With a smile, he rolled up his sleeves and eagerly started his work day. Leaning forward, he powered on his computer and began checking the company's records. Liam glanced at the clock in his office, patiently waiting for the computer to finish booting. A knock interrupts him, and he casually invites the person inside. Margaret Johnathan, Liam's secretary, enters the room. She approached Liam's desk, holding a file, and smiled briefly as she looked up at him before stopping in front of his desk. "Sure, what can I help you with? Could you please remind me of your name?" Liam asked, gazing up at Margaret. She introduces herself as Margaret Jonathan. "Alright, Miss Margaret. What can I assist you with? Please let me know your needs." Liam asked again, and Margaret stepped forward, saying, "Sir, Mr. John Patrick delivered this file earlier and instructed me to give it to you."
"Hello, boss," Margaret replied on the office phone. "Come to my office immediately," Liam said. Margaret quickly stood up from her office chair, accidentally disconnecting the phone line. She saw Bambam's smile as she got ready to assist the client in front of her. Margaret efficiently redirects clients to other staff members on the third floor to ensure prompt service, considering the new boss's preference for minimal waiting time. Margaret hurried to Liam's office door, lightly tapped on it, and was met with his cold response. "Please enter." Margaret nervously unlocked Liam's office door and stepped into his opulent office to find him. "Why did it take you so long to respond to my call?" Liam asked Margaret while he focused on his computer, his eyes locked on the monitor as his fingers typed faster on the keyboard. "Apologies, boss. I got back late from lunch," Margaret explained, catching Liam's attention. "Are you interested in losing your job?" He inquired of her.
Temisa is currently staying at her father's mansion, as their original home is a duplex located in a government-owned estate that her father recently bought. "Hey Dad, did you send my CV and application to the new boss?" Temisa inquired her father as he entered the living room, while she lounged on the large couch, meticulously tending to her long nails. Mr. John gazes at his daughter, perplexed by her lack of manners. Rather than getting up to greet him, Temisa remains lounged on the couch, casually tending to her nails and treating him like a servant with her barrage of questions. "Temisa, you never even bothered to greet your own father. Unbelievable." Mr. John asked Temisa as he casually placed his briefcase on the living room center table and loosened his necktie. "I apologize, father. Evening, Father. Welcome back," Temisa said, casually swinging her leg off the couch and leisurely polishing her long nails. "Where is your mother?" When Mr. John asked Temisa, she replied
"Mom I cannot work with them if that is what their boss now expects of them," Temisa stated to her mother 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 is speechless as she looks 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 wit
Felicia is busy serving the excellent Oha soup she has prepared. She was serving it up on tiny soup dishes when she heard the kitchen door snap open. Felicia turned and gazed at the person, and when she realized it was Martin, she quickly looked aside, wondering what he needed in the kitchen. Martin looked at Felicia's back and down to her small, voluptuous waist as he admired her, and despite having a girlfriend, he isn't in love with his girlfriend as much as he loves Felicia. Martin knows he's supposed to think of Felicia as his sister, but they're not connected by blood, and he's not sure how he'll approach her and tell her his genuine thoughts. Whenever he wants to express his thoughts to Felicia, he gets caught up in the words that won't come out of his mouth. Martin saw Felicia grow up and has always admired her, knowing that his mother also likes her. So he stands at the kitchen door, scratching his head in confusion as he thinks about Felicia. He truly wants Felicia,
Felicia seems unconcerned about anyone entering her room as she enters her bathroom and takes a bath, spraying water on her beautiful blonde hair before deciding to take a fast shower. Felicia cleanses her body and her large breasts while taking a brief bath. She turns on the shower again to rinse off the soapy water from her body as she bathes. When Felicia exits the washroom, she is surprised to see Martin standing beside her bed, dressed in a singlet and blue shorts. Felicia nearly shouted, and Martin knew what to do, rushing to her and covering her mouth with his palms to quiet her down. "Shush!" Martin hushed Felicia up, holding her close to his chest, and Felicia shook her head, begging him to let go of her mouth because she was afraid of what he wanted from her and it was already late. Martin finally let go of Felicia's mouth and backed away, and Felicia hastily pulled up her towel firmly as it nearly loosened, revealing her terrified, naked body. "What are you doing
Temisa sighed after Martin left her, knowing he would not support her as she had expected. "Ugh!" Temisa clinched her teeth and kicked her leg on the couch, yelling, "He cares for Felicia more than his own sister. "They all care about Felicia." Temisa returned her gaze to the television, which was playing her favorite Bollywood film, and groaned as she finally took the television remote from the center table and turned it off. Temisa ultimately walks back upstairs to her room to talk with her closest friend because she misses Anita so much and hopes Anita could come live with her because Anita, like her, dislikes her family. Temisa groaned, "Argrrh!" And she wished she was in school because she would not be able to see Felicia or her mother offering the dumb white witch affection. In rage, she growled and gritted her teeth, scattering her hair. She then entered her room and shut the door hard. ----- Martin was in his room when he heard Temisa groan and scream. And he shakes his he