Chapter 12 The midnight news.

“We have a lot of mess to clean.” Mariama was sipping brandy from the mug in the crisp of her fingers. The mansion had changed so much that she had to think twice to recognize every corner of it. The big hall where she was sitting on a stool by the bar used to be a space for her and her pretty team in those good days, and the bar was set up by her good man, James, who was now among those who were fired by Laura and sent off shores never to return to the company. “I know a few and how we can deal with them.” Nancy poured herself whisky and chose a stool. “But I guess you begin from this mansion.” Mariama looked round the mansion. The walls were littered with pictures of Laura and her man, Rogan, and that of Marlon. Almost every corner bore a relic of them. “I’ll start from taking down their picture frames.” Said Mariama. “In that way, I know I’ll not have to stare at those horrid faces.” Nancy laughed. It was almost bed time but they have rather resorted to hit the bar and have