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
Felicia is busy in the kitchen dishing out the delicious Oha soup she has prepared and serving it into the soup plates when she hears the sound of the kitchen door sliding open. She turns to stare at who the person is and sees that it is Martin; she quickly looks away from him, wondering what he wants in the kitchen. Martin stares at Felicia's back and down to her slim curvy waist, and he likes her. Even though he has a girlfriend, he isn't in love with his girlfriend as much as he loves Felicia. He knows he's supposed to see Felicia as his sister, but they aren't related by blood. He doesn't even know how he will approach Felicia and tell her about his true feelings. Every time he wants to discuss his feelings with her, he feels stuck on the words that refuse to come out of his mouth. Martin watches Felicia grow and he has always been admiring her and knowing his mother also likes her like her child, he stands by the kitchen door raking his short black hair as he thinks about her
Felicia is absent-minded when anyone steps into her room as she steps into her bathroom to take a bath. Splashing the water on her long hair and head as she decides to take a quick shower. She scrubs her body and her big breasts as she takes her bath quickly. She switched on the shower again to rinse off the soap from her body. As she's through, she steps out of the bathroom and is shocked to see Martin standing in her room, beside her bed. As Felicia almost screamed out, just like Martin knew, he immediately rushed up to her side and held her mouth shut, covering her mouth with his palm. "Hush!" He hushed her up, and she shook her head for him to let go of her mouth as she's scared of what he wants from her as it's already getting late. Martin finally let go of Felicia's mouth and stepped away from her, and she quickly held her towel tight as it almost loosened. "What are you doing here?" Felicia asked Martin, feeling her little heart beating loudly in her chest. "I came here t
Temisa sighed after Martin left her. She knows he won't support her like she thought. "Hmm," she gritted her teeth in anger as she shook her leg while sitting on the couch. "He cares for Felicia more than me, his own sister. They all care for Felicia. Why?!" Temisa screamed out in anger as she stared back at the television displaying her favorite Bollywood movie. "Arggh!" She stood up angrily and picked up the television remote from the center table to switch off the television. Then, she walked back to her room upstairs to chat with Anita. Temisa misses Anita so much and wishes Anita could come live with her as her sister. Anita also doesn't like her family, just like her. She misses her school life where she won't get to see Felicia or her mother showing the silly white witch love. "Argh!" Temisa grit her teeth again and scattered her hair as she stepped into her room and slammed her door hard. Martin is in his room and he can hear Temisa's grunting and screaming. He shakes h
"What is it?" Anita asked as she stretched on the sofa, relaxed back, rested her head on the arm of the sofa, and lay on top of it. "Nothing serious. Since you don't want to tell me about it, I guess it is family problems?" Temisa replied. "Yes, you guessed right. It's not like I don't want to tell you about it, but I'm also shocked to receive the news. My father got suspended today from his bank and they stated that some missing currency was detected under his records, which I know to be a lie." "What!" Temisa exclaimed unbelievably. "You mean your Dad lost his job?" Temisa asked. "No, not yet. They only suspended him and stated that if they're not able to trace back the missing funds, then his license to work with them or any other bank will be seized, and he will be charged with fraud." "What! I cannot believe all this is happening in your family. How will you guys cope now?" Temisa asked in worry. "I don't know yet. That's why I am looking for a job at once. I have already s