Annika smiled and looked directly at James. "Uncle, we're facing an enemy that is too strong for either of us to fight on our own," she said. "If we're going to defeat him, we'll have to work together." Her voice was calm and collected, but there was a hint of urgency in her words. She needed to act fast. She paused for a moment, waiting for James to respond. He looked back at her, his expression unreadable.James sat on the bed, dumbfounded by Annika's suggestion. "Are you kidding me?" he exclaimed, his tone incredulous. "We're competing for the same position! How could we ever work together?"Annika's composure was unshaken by James's outburst. "Uncle, can you really take on Jerome by yourself?" she asked with a hint of mockery in her voice.James's jaw clenched, but he tried to keep his cool. "I can handle myself," he retorted, his tone defensive. "I don't need your help."Annika raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "I think you're underestimating our enemy," she said, trying to convin

Sunday had arrived, and Bright was feeling nervous. He wanted to make a good impression on Rosca's parents. "I've got to look my best today," thought Bright, standing in front of his closet. He stood in front of his wardrobe, searching for the perfect outfit. Finally, he settled on a crisp blue-black suit that he thought would make a great impression. He put it on, looked in the mirror, and couldn't help but smile at his reflection. "This is it," he said to himself. "I look great,” thought Bright, standing in front of the mirror. His blue-black suit fit him perfectly, and he couldn't help but admire his reflection. He fixed his tie and smoothed out his hair, making sure he looked his best. When he looked at his reflection, he couldn't help but smile. "I'm ready for this," he said to himself, feeling more confident. He grabbed his keys and headed out the door, feeling prepared to meet Rosca's family. As he walked to the car, he took a deep breath and comforted himself, "I can do this."

The place was filled with laughter. The old man's expression suddenly turned serious. He dropped his spoon and said, “Young man, how did you meet my daughter?"Bright's expression turned somber. "I first met your daughter when we got into an argument," he began, "but then we ran into each other again at my boss's house. Even though we argued all the time, I started to develop feelings for her. I can't help it - I'm completely smitten with her." He paused, then added, "I hope you can accept me as a potential son-in-law." His tone was hopeful, but he was nervous about the response he would receive.Mrs. Reagan smiled in satisfaction. Her future son-in-law was direct and clear. He was handsome and smart at the same time.Rosca's father was not pleased by Bright's words, and his tone became skeptical. "My daughter has a fiery temper," he said. "When she's angry, she tends to destroy things around her. How do you plan to deal with that?" His eyes narrowed as he studied Bright's face, waiti

Bright felt completely overwhelmed. First, he sparred with Rosca, a woman. Now, he was being asked to face off against his future father-in-law. He turned to Rosca for support, but she avoided his gaze. He looked to her mother for help, but she only shrugged in response. Bright let out a deep sigh, feeling like there was no way out of this situation.Soon, the fight began, and Bright. The old man was the referee. “Don't look down on me because I'm old. I'm stronger than you think. The two men stood face to face, their muscles tense and ready for action. Mr. Regan was the first to make a move, feinting a punch to the left. Bright dodged the blow and returned with a kick to the side. The older man dodged the kick, and the two began to circle each other again. Their movements were slow and deliberate, each one watching the other's every move. The tension in the air was palpable, Rosca and her mother were silent as they watched the match unfold. Even the old man was surprised. The two m

Today was Thursday. Rosca called Eleanor to meet her at the nearest restaurant so she could tell her about the good news. “Hi, my lovely friend," she called her.Eleanor, who heard her friend's tone, chuckled. “Yes, how may I help you?” She feigned anger."Come on, why do you look angry?" Rosca asked."When did you last call your goddaughter? I shouldn't have chosen you as a godmother. You have never bought anything for your goddaughter.”“Oh my dear, I'm sorry. I have been busy recently. I promise to fulfill my duties as a godmother," she said, trying to convince her.“Whatever, why did you call me?" She still feigned anger.“Can you come to the nearest restaurant since your husband wouldn't allow you to go far?"“Is there a problem?"“No, but I have some good news. I have missed our favorite Jollof rice. Can you make it?”"Okay, I've got it," Eleanor said. The two of them chatted for a while longer, until it was time to hang up. As soon as the call ended, Eleanor reached for her pho