"Hello, Temisa." Why did you call me this morning?" Anita asked Temisa, pushing her legs closer together. "How are you this morning? Didn't you check the time, or are you just waking up this afternoon?" Temisa Inquired. "No, I am in my room, though I am copying down something," Anita replied. "What is that?" You don't sound cheerful. Tell me what the problem is." Temisa asked again. "Nothing serious, just that my father finally apologizes to me today for all those humiliating years," Anita remarked. "What! You're not joking about this, right?" Temisa asked. "No, why would I lie to you? I'm sober right now, and he just left my room. Although I told my mom and the rest of them this morning that I had finally gotten a job, they were all overjoyed." Anita said. "Why wouldn't they be happy?" "At least the family has a new savior." Temisa whined. "Temisa!." Anita slowly called her name. "What! Or did I lie? Anyway, you know I don't complain to you about my family, which makes you th
"Temisa, you never told me you had an adopted sister?" Anita inquired as Temisa drove the vehicle out of their street and into the main road. "I don't like discussing her; that's why," Temisa said, keeping her attention fixed on the road. "Hmph, it's well," Anita sighed. "No, that will never go well with her." Temisa responded, "I don't like her, and that's the main truth," as she navigated to a shopping plaza to check with them first. "Why, may I ask? I understand you don't want to talk about it, but you'll have a main reason for hating her." Anita inquired, but Temisa came to a halt, matching the automobile's brake and disregarding Anita's question as she released her seatbelt and removed her car key. "We're here; let's check with this boutique shop first to see if they'll have any oversize gowns or suits that will be comfortable for me." Temisa spoke. "But that doesn't answer my question?" Anita replied as she unhooked her seat belt and stepped down, just as Temisa had done, a
Anita grins and turns to face her mother after looking in the mirror once again, as she adores the brown design color of the enormous loose gown that Temisa purchased for her, which actually fits her length but is a little loose. "Where are you wearing this too?" Mrs. Tonia queried, her face pinched with displeasure. "Work, mom." Didn't you hear what my father said this morning? Anyway, the corporation required that all female employees, both old and new, wear bigger clothing, which is exactly what I'm doing. "Testing the clothes," Anita said, smiling. "I've never heard of oversized garments. Are you certain, or are you lying to me so that no man will ask you out?" Mrs. Tonia asked a question, and Anita broke into laughter. "Mom!" Anita responds, laughing uncontrollably. "Why should I dress shabbily because I don't want a guy to invite me out? Seriously, mom, that is the new CEO's order, according to what I heard and saw on their company's social media page." "It's a lie; I don't
"Stop it, Anita. What are you talking about, mother-in-law? I don't think I'll even accept the marriage proposal again. Imagine I'm already attempting to fit into the company's standards; now I'll also have to fit into his mother's expectations. "What for?" Temisa asks, and Anita swallows. "I don't know; maybe that's how their family wants it," Anita says gently, knowing Temisa's already unhappy and agitated. "I don't care what their family wants. I cannot allow myself to become depressed because of my marriage. When I see him and he asks me out, I will clearly tell him that I am not interested, and that will end all this nonsense." Temisa fumes. "That's OK, girlfriend? You don't need to be furious with him; after all, you don't know whether he or his parents want the marriage. My mother believes he's probably jealous and dislikes ladies who are too pretty in order to avoid admirers." "Hmph, I'm simply waiting for Monday to come; he's not even attractive, but his principles are too
Temisa does not turn to face her brother either, because she knows he will blame her first. "Here's your food; please eat it. We love you and wish you the best, okay?" Martin bids goodnight to Temisa and walks out of her room, closing the door, as Temisa opens the meal to examine it. She sees is another dish, not the one she partially abandoned; and she grinds her teeth and resolves to eat it first because she is extremely hungry. Temisa carries the food back to her bed, settles down, and begins eating it. Meanwhile, Martin exits Temisa's room and finds Felicia still waiting behind the door. "You're still here?" Martin inquires, and Felicia says, "Yes, I just want to be sure Temisa is alright." Martin takes a closer step to meet Felicia, while she adjusts backward to maintain a distance between them, and she collides with the wall behind her, making Martin smile, and he prefers to walk away and return to his room. "She's fine, Felicia; go to your room and sleep well," Martin tel
As they approach the third level, the majority of the personnel are already in their open glass offices, and Anita admires them for the lovely setting of their offices in full view. She follows the security man till he comes to a halt in front of another glass office, where she notices some of the female employees staring at her, most likely wondering if she is a client. The security man enters the glass office first, and she figures the young man standing there is Joel Gregory, the person she was requested to see. "Sir, she's here to see you." The security man notifies Joel, who is dusting his seat and eager to settle down because he has just arrived. "Name?" Joel asks the security man. "Your name, ma'am?" The security man posed the question to Anita, who stared at the two men standing in the open office facing her, just as she had before. "Anita Baker," Anita says. "Oh!, "And you are?" Joel inquired, feeling somewhat familiar with her name. "May I come in?" Anita asks him. "
"Good morning, Raymond," Margret says as she steps into her office, in a seductive tone, and Raymond turns and looks at her. "One more report about you, and you're fired!" he adds to Margret before walking away, not responding to her welcome either. Margret grits her teeth and meets Anita's gaze, who is settling into her new seat across from her as they share a single desk. Margret looks backward at the Bambam Davis office. Bambam has a cute smile on her face as she winks at Margret, despite the fact that she is busy attending to a client in front of her. She knows Margret despises seeing any beautiful lady, and Margret is the most fair-skinned person on the third floor, likewise the closest person to their boss. Bambam also adores their boss, but the jealous man doesn't notice her presence, and Margret is the only one who can get closer to him, likewise his assistant, Brown. Bambam is surprised that Joel has hired an assistant for Margret, as they all believe the new boss despise
It's time for lunch. Anita hears the company's alarm go off and looks at Margret, who has been performing all of the work on her own without asking for help. "Sorry, but what's that sound about?" Anita asks Margret as she notices a few staff members and other male employees on the third floor exiting their glass offices and getting into the elevator. Margret ignores her as if she isn't the person Anita has just chatted with. "Hello?" Anita inquired again, this time with a faint grimace. "Can't you see I'm busy?!" Margret replies coldly, and Anita shakes her head and looks down. Margret finally murmurs and stands up to go out and eat, since she is quite hungry, without responding to Anita. Anita sighs after Margret leaves her, and she sits even as the majority of the workers on the third level exit and enter the elevator that takes them below. Anita wonders if this is their break time, and then Joel comes up to greet her. "Hi, pretty," Joel says as he pushes the office door open