The Cold CEO's Woman

Inside the Benson Group headquarters building, Mr. Taiye Jackson sat in the front seat of the meeting hall, where they held a meeting with their various board members. He spoke softly to his personal assistant, his voice a whisper, "Introduce the new head to them now." They waited in the meeting hall to meet the newly appointed CEO, whose name had been announced but whom none of the workers had seen yet. Mr. Taiye Jackson served as the former CEO, while his late father, Mr. Benjamin Jackson, had first established the Benson Group of Companies—which meant Benjamin and Sons Group of Companies. They sat waiting to witness the transfer of company ownership to Mr. Taiye's only son, Liam Jackson. Rumors painted Liam as cold and unfilial. The workers knew once he assumed the position of new CEO, he would deal with them harshly. Some had heard Liam was arrogant, mean, and unappreciative. Nonetheless, he was hardworking and ran several private businesses in the States, before his father

Anita went back home with her parents, who arrived at the University to witness her final convocation ceremony. Her mother beamed with happiness, but her father kept his usual unsmiling face as he drove them home. Mr. Joshua felt proud that Anita hadn't let her beauty sink into her brain and deter her from becoming successful in life, but nonetheless, he remained confused about how she turned out the prettiest among all his children. Even though his wife bore him no son, he didn't bother about that, as their custom permitted a woman to inherit her father's property, even after she married another man. Mr. Joshua sighed as he drove toward their home, since the university sat close to their house in the city. Arriving home, Joshua drove into their simple compound and parked. Their home was a modest flat consisting of four bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and five toilets with bathrooms. Mr. Joshua owned the house, having acquired and bought it directly from the landowners. He p

Mrs. Tonia didn't say anything after Flora exited the room. She sighed and walked up to sit beside Anita on the bed, while Favour and Esther exited the room next. "You shouldn't be harsh with your sister. Fighting with Flora wasn't necessary," Mrs. Tonia said as she sat beside Anita on the bed. "I know, Mom, but they disrespect me too much, and it's getting out of hand," Anita replied. "It's okay. I understand, but don't change yourself because of them. Keep being my sweet and calm daughter." "Okay, Mom." Anita sighed and 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 replied. She stood up from the bed and walked out of the room, going to the room she shared with Lisa. Flora was in the room, arranging her bag of clothes, and she didn't utter any word to Glory, who stepped in and carried her own box of clothes out. Lisa sighed as she r

Liam walked into his office and took his seat in his executive chair. He swiveled the seat sideways, staring at his office, and smiled. He rolled up his sleeves to start his new day and leaned forward on his desk to switch on his computer, checking the company's records as he waited for it to boot. Liam tick-tocked the time as he waited. Just then, his secretary knocked, and he responded, "Come in." Margaret Jonathan walked into Liam's office, holding a file. She smiled faintly at him and glanced downward a little. "Yes... what's your name?" Liam asked, staring at her pretty yellow face. "Margaret Jonathan," she said, still smiling. "Okay, Miss Margaret. What do you want, or how can I help you?" Liam asked, and she stepped forward. "Sir, Mr. John Patrick brought this file this morning and said I should hand it over to you," she replied, staring at him. "Okay, come drop it here," Liam said, pointing to the empty space on the side of his desk with only a few files there. Margare

Temisa was in her father's mansion, as their home was a standard duplex in a government-owned estate, which her father had bought as a new house. "Father, have you submitted my CV and letter of application to the new boss?" Temisa asked, as her father had just stepped into the living room. She sat on the couch, filing and brushing her long nails. Mr. John stared at his daughter. Instead of her standing up to welcome him, she sat comfortably on the couch, filing her long nails and asking questions as if he were her errand boy. "Temisa, you're quite unbelievable. Not even a welcome greeting for your father?" Mr. John asked, as he placed his briefcase on the living room's center table and slowly loosened his necktie. "I'm sorry, Father. Good evening, Father. Welcome," Temisa said, dropping her leg from the couch where she had previously rested it and continuing to file her long nails. "Where's your mother?" Mr. John asked, and she responded, "She went to the market to refill the hous