Mr. John Patrick smiles at Mr. Taiye, "Oh, she studied Business Administration at the University of Nigeria."
"That's fine then. Have her submit her CV to us once she's home. I'm sure we have more vacancies for newcomers like her. I will be expecting her response." "Father!" Liam quickly cut his father's speech off as his frown deepens. "You cannot just court me with her yet," Liam says, and his father smiles at him. "I know, Liam. I am only trying to compensate Mr. John Patrick for his goodwill and commitment in working with us for over twenty years," Mr. Taiye responded, while Mr. John only smiled faintly at Liam as he bowed slightly to leave. "I will be taking my leave now, boss. Thank you and congratulations once again, Liam." Liam nodded as he heard Mr. John's last words, then walked up with his father to the front of the meeting hall. He stood near the exit door and spoke, "I don't like all you just did right now father. There are many other ways to compensate Mr. John, not at my own detriment." "What do you mean by that, Liam? Mr. John has been a committed worker. I know you won't understand all these because you're new here with us, but it's okay. Besides, he said if only his daughter agrees. So she might not even accept to work with us, and there's no need for you to worry about all I have just said now." Mr. Taiye turns to leave the meeting hall, too, and Liam replies to him."I hope she doesn't bother. Women aren't of my interest for now." "Liam!" Mr. Taiye stops and he stares back at his son and shakes his head. "You don't say that to your mother's hearing. Someday you'll find a good wife, but that's all by the way. Let's focus on business and forget about all we have just said." "Okay, father!" Liam sighed and watched his father exit the meeting hall, leaving only him in the hall. His personal assistant walked back into the meeting hall to meet him immediately after his father left. "What should I do now, boss?" Brown asked, as he now stands in front of Liam. "Prepare the car. I will be going back home for today. All official duties start tomorrow." "Okay boss!" Brown exited the meeting hall on the second floor and walked back downstairs to inform Liam's personal driver to prepare the car. "Israel, get the car ready; the boss is about to leave." "Okay." Israel nods. The Benson Group is a 5-story multimillion-dollar company with lots of staff and workers. Liam steps out of the elevator and walks towards the car park while some of their workers stand beside their cars, discussing. It's a free day, and not much work is available to be carried out, as his father actually gave them a break the previous day to witness him as the new CEO. Liam sat in the back seat while Israel started the car's engine and drove him home to the Benson residential villa. Liam stepped down from the car and walked straight to the living room downstairs, but his mother wasn't there as she was in the kitchen cooking, even though they have lots of maids and servants working for them in their home. His mother, Mrs. Juliet Jackson, still prefers doing the cooking herself as she loves cooking their local dishes. A maid stepped out to welcome Liam as she heard the sound of the car arrive, and she bowed to him and greeted him in a courteous manner, "Welcome back Master Liam." "Thank you," Liam stared away from her as he made his way towards the kitchen to find his mother. The aroma of the food she's preparing has filled the entire living room as she prepares the popular Egusi soup garnished with beef and fresh fish. "Good afternoon, mom," Liam greeted his mother as he walked into the kitchen, and the two maids assisting his mother immediately bowed their heads lower to him, "Welcome back, Master Liam." "Thank you all." Liam responded to them while his mom washes her hands in the kitchen sink and dries them with her short kitchen towel, then she walks up to meet him and give him a warm hug. "Welcome home son, how was your day today in the office?" Mrs. Juliet asked. "Fine mother, Hasn't father arrived home yet?" Liam asked in return and she replied, "No son, Probably he's with his friends. You know he's happy you finally returned and now resume the position as the new CEO." "I know that, Mom," Liam smiles faintly to his mother as he steps out first from the kitchen, while his mother instructs the cook on what to do as her meal is almost done. "Just keep a watch on it so it won't get burnt. Once it's ready, serve it right out," Mrs. Juliet instructed a maid. "Okay, Ma'am," Nora responded, as she's the cook and head to all the maids and servants in their home. Mrs. Juliet finally walks out to meet her son as he sits on the long couch stretching his long leg. She steps out dressed in her usual long brown gown, and she removes her kitchen apron from her chest and hands it over to a maid who steps out next after her. "Here, take this to the laundry room and wash it." "Okay, ma'am," the maid collected the apron and left, while Mrs. Juliet walked up to sit on the opposite couch across from Liam. "Mom, why are you stressing so much on cooking when you have the maids and cooks at your service?" Liam asked, as he watched his mother sit. "I know that, son, but you know cooking is part of exercise and I enjoy cooking too. I cannot leave all the work to the maids and cook; I might end up becoming lazy and sick since I have already retired this year from the nursing home before you returned." "Hmm," Liam hums. "It's okay, mother. As long as you're not stressed, I'm okay with that," he replies. "Not at all, son. Tell me, how did the event go?" "Fine mother, it's just a simple meeting of the new staff, but I don't like how some of the young female staff dressed," Liam stated, as his face twisted in irritation. "What do you mean by that, son? Weren't they putting on clothes or how else did you expect them to have dressed?" Mrs. Juliet asked, with wide eyes open as she's confused with her son's claims. "Decent mother. Decent! That's how a co-operative worker is supposed to dress for office work. Decent, not trying to seduce anyone at work." "Oh, Liam!" Mrs. Juliet had a faint smile on her face. "They're young females and probably searching for a husband. You don't expect them to dress like a married woman, covering everything. And besides, they might want you to admire one of them." "No, mother! That's not something I will allow. Tomorrow I will give a new dress code order to Brown, and any of the new female staff and old staff that cannot follow suit are expected to quit." "Liam! You won't do just that. You just resume the CEO position. You won't be harsh to your workers and colleagues at the office just because you're their boss," Mrs. Juliet frowns. "I am sorry, Mom. But that's how I would like them to start dressing from tomorrow. I will have them inspected at the gate before they are allowed into the company. I have already prepared the dress code, and Brown will give out the information to them tomorrow." Liam stood up, and Mrs Juliet is dumbfounded. "Liam!" She finally calls him and he stops."I am sorry, Mom, but if Father interjects in this, then I will have to resign from the company, as one must keep his or her focus and I wouldn't like to be tempted by any of my female staff." "Okay son, if that's how you want it, I just hope there won't be any backlash in the company's already growth." "Not at all, mother," Liam finally smiles to his mother, seeing his mom already agrees. "I will have to go upstairs now and freshen up. The aroma of the soup is inviting, let me freshen up first and come back downstairs to join you for dinner." "Okay, son, I will be expecting you."Mrs. Juliet Benson watches as her son takes the stairs in the living room and walks up to the second floor. Their house is a standard duplex. Even though her husband has the money to purchase a multimillion-dollar mansion, she still prefers them staying in the Benson Villa as it keeps a lot of her past memories alive. She sighs as she stands up to prepare the dining table with the maids and just then her husband arrives home with another of his friends, Mr. Tunji Martin, and she greets them as they walk into the living room and meet her walking towards the dining room. "Welcome, honey!" Mrs. Juliet walked back to welcome her husband. Even though he is 68 years old, she doesn't fail to call him honey. "Wow, the aroma of the soup is inviting," Mr. Taiye says to his wife, and she smiles at him. "Where's Liam? Isn't he back yet?" Mr. Taiye asked. "He's back," Mrs. Juliet replies, "he went up to freshen up." "Okay, meet my friend Tunji. We have a little business discussion, but that will wait as Tunji will be joining us for dinner." "Okay, honey," Mrs. Juliet smiles at Mr. Tunji and he greets her, "Well done, ma." "Welcome, sir" she responded.Anita goes back home with her father and mother, who arrive at her school to witness her final convocation ceremony. Her mother is very happy, but her father keeps his usual non-smiling face as he drives them home. He is proud that she didn't allow her beauty to cloud her judgment and deter her from becoming successful in life. Nonetheless, he is still confused as to how she is the prettiest among all her siblings. Even though his wife did not bear him a son, he isn't bothered about that. Their custom permits a woman to inherit her father's property, even though she is already married to another man. He sighs as he drives towards their home, which is closer to the university. Upon arriving home, Mr. Joshua Baker drives into their simple compound and parks. Their home is a simple house, a flat, consisting of 4 bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, and 5 toilets with bathrooms. Mr. Joshua is the proud owner of the house, having acquired it from the direct landowners. He parks his car and s
Mrs. Tonia smiled faintly at Anita as she made way for Glory to pass with the tray of soup in her hands, and then she walked into the kitchen. She didn't utter a word to her mother, but her face held a sorrow that her mom understood better. "Anita," Mrs. Tonia sighed and called her name. "What is it, Mom?" Anita asked and walked beside her mother. "I want you to know that your father really loves you, like the rest of your siblings, and isn't against your success," Mrs. Tonia replied as she held Anita's hand in hers. "Hmph," Anita sighed. "I know, Mom, but I don't care about that. If Dad likes me, fine, if he doesn't, fine. I will always see him as my father and that's all." "Anita," Mrs. Tonia called again. "Mom, where's the fufu?!" Flora stepped into the kitchen and interrupted them as she eyed Anita and walked to the kitchen cabinet to meet their mother. "Mom, why are you holding her hand and talking to her? Are you begging her for something?" Flora asked, as she crossed her a
Mrs. Tonia doesn't say anything after Flora exits the room. She sighs and walks up to sit beside Anita on the bed, while Favour and Esther exit the room next. "You shouldn't be harsh with your sister. Fighting with her wasn't necessary," Mrs. Tonia says as she sits beside Anita on the bed. "I know, Mom, but they disrespect me too much and it's getting out of hand," Anita replies. "It's okay. I can understand, but don't change yourself because of them. Keep being my sweet and calm daughter." "Okay, Mom," Anita sighed as she stared at their mother while Glory walked up to sit on the bed too. "I have to go now and join your father. Glory, you go now and pack your bags and come join Anita here." "Okay, Mom," Glory replies. She stands up from the bed and walks out of the room, heading to the room she shares with Lisa. Flora is in the room, arranging her bag of clothes, and she doesn't utter any word to Glory, who steps in and carries her own box of clothes out. Lisa sighed as she ret
Anita can't say anything after their mother leaves them and walks back to the room to be with their father. She sighs and stares at Flora, who seems worried. They walk back to sit on the couch. "What do you think is the problem?" Esther asks Flora. Flora shakes her head and responds, "I don't know, but I'm worried it's something serious." They sit back on the couch, waiting for their father or mother to step out and talk to them. Anita sighs and finally walks back to her room since she doesn't know what the problem is, either. She believes her mother will tell them about it, even though her father doesn't want to. She saw her father already dressed to leave for work before receiving whatever news made him devastated. She prays silently in her heart, "Let it not be that father has lost his job." Anita murmurs and walks into her room, feeling her father's screams echoing in her mind. She suspects it has something to do with his office work. She sits on her bed and takes up her phone
Liam walked into his office and took his seat in his executive office chair. He swirled the seat sideways, staring at his office. He smiled and rolled up his sleeves to start his new day in the office. He leaned forward on his desk and switched on his computer to check the company's records, waiting for the computer to boot. He counted the time as he waited for the computer to finish booting. Just then, his secretary knocked and he responded, "Come in." Margaret walked into Liam's office holding a file. She smiled faintly at him and stared downward a little. "Yes... What's your name again?" Liam asked her, as he stared at her. "Margaret Jonathan," she said as she kept smiling. "Okay, Miss Margaret, what do you need or how can I help you?" Liam asked, and she stepped forward. "Sir, Mr. John Patrick brought this file this morning and he said I should hand it over to you," she replied as she stared at him. "Okay, come drop it here." Liam pointed to the side of his desk that had empty
"Hello, Boss," Margaret immediately picks up the office line and receives the call. "Come into my office right away," Liam responds. Margaret gulps and quickly stands up from her office chair, dropping the phone. She sees Bambam smiling at her as she prepares to attend to the client sitting in front of her. Some clients step into Margaret's office to see her, and she immediately directs them to other staff working on the third floor to attend to them, as she knows the new boss doesn't like to be kept waiting. Margaret immediately walks towards Liam's office door. She knocks and hears his cold response, "Come in." Margaret swallows as she opens the office door and walks into the exquisite office to see Liam. "What took you so long to respond to my call?" Liam asks, as he continues typing on his computer, not shifting his gaze away from the monitor screen as his fingers click faster on the keyboard. "I'm sorry, boss. I arrived late from lunch," Margaret replies. Liam pauses his t
Meanwhile, Temisa is in her father's mansion. Their home is a standard duplex in a government-owned estate, which her father bought as a new house. "Father, have you submitted my CV and letter of application to the new boss?" Temisa asked. Her father had just stepped into the living room, and she sat on the couch, filing and brushing her long nails. Mr. John stared at his daughter. Instead of standing up to welcome him, she sat comfortably on the couch, filing her long nails and asking him questions as if he were her errand boy. "Temisa, you're quite unbelievable. Not even a welcome greeting from you to your father?" Mr. John asked. He dropped his briefcase on the living room center table and slowly loosened his necktie. "I am sorry, Father. Good evening, Father." Temisa dropped her leg from the couch where she previously rested it and relaxed, continuing to file her long nails. "Where's your mother?" Mr. John asked. Temisa responded, "She went to the market to refill the house wi
"Mom, I cannot work with them if that's the requirement of what their new boss now wants from them," Temisa refused as she stood up from the couch she was previously sitting on with her mother when Felicia left with the car key and went to unload the car's boot. "I can understand you, Temisa, but know that your father went through the stress to get your application letter submitted to their boss, and it will be very insulting to him if after their boss approves of you to resume and you fail to resume with them. Remember, your result isn't even the best like that, and yet they still want you to work with them." "Mother," Temisa is at a loss for words to refute as she stares at her mother, who is a beautiful, fat, Black woman. "Just think about it, Temisa, and be easy on yourself. You're even lucky your father is doing all this to get you to the top among your peers. He told me personally that the CEO's father wants you to be engaged to his son, and the only way you can be engaged to