The Cold CEO's Woman

In the Benson Group headquarters, Mr. Taiye Jackson sat in the front seat of the meeting hall during the board meeting. He whispered to his personal assistant, "Introduce the new head to them now." They sat in the meeting hall, waiting to meet the newly appointed CEO. His name had been announced, but none of the workers had seen him yet. Mr. Taiye Jackson was the former CEO, and his late father, Mr. Benjamin Jackson, had established the Benson Group of Companies—also known as Benjamin and Sons Group of Companies. They waited to witness the handover of company ownership to Mr. Taiye's only son, Liam Jackson. Rumors said Liam was cold and unfilial. Workers knew once he resumed as the new CEO, they would face trouble. Some had heard he was arrogant, mean, and unappreciative. Liam was hardworking, though, and ran private businesses in the States before his father announced his retirement plan and asked him to return to his country to run the multimillion-dollar companies. Liam had

Anita went home with her father and mother, who arrived at her school to witness her final graduation ceremony. Her mother was happy, but her father kept his usual non-smiling face as he drove them home. Mr. Joshua was proud that Anita did not let her beauty sink into her brain and deter her from success. He remained confused about how she was the prettiest among her siblings. Even though his wife did not bear him a son, Mr. Joshua did not mind. Their custom permitted a woman to inherit her father's property, even if she was married. Mr. Joshua sighed as he drove toward their home in the city, near the university. He drove into their simple compound and parked. Their home was a flat with four bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, and five toilets with bathrooms. Mr. Joshua owned the house. He acquired it from the direct landowners. He parked his car and unlocked the doors. Anita and her mother stepped out next. Her sisters—Flora, Esther, Favour, Lisa, and Glory—stayed inside. None e

Mrs. Tonia didn't say anything after Flora exited the room. She sighed and walked to sit beside Anita on the bed while Favour and Esther exited next. "You shouldn't be harsh with your sister. Fighting with Flora wasn't necessary," Mrs. Tonia said as she sat beside Anita. "I know, Mom, but they disrespect me 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, calm daughter." "Okay, Mom." Anita sighed as she stared at their mother, while Glory walked to sit on the bed. "I have to go join your father. Glory, go pack your bags and come join Anita here." "Okay, Mom," Glory replied. She stood from the bed and walked out to the room she shared with Lisa. Flora was there, arranging her bag of clothes. She didn't utter a word to Glory, who stepped in and carried her own box out. Lisa sighed as she returned from the kitchen and found Flora in the room she had shared with Glory. She didn't ask questions.

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