Chapter 8 Damn little world.

The name Rogan gave her more flash backs. She had forgotten a lot, but at the mention of that name, she remembered she used to have a man she swore never to share with anyone. She spurned to Nancy, her eyes indicating she wanted her to repeat those words. “Rogan?” she posed. “With my aunt?” Nancy nodded her head and relaxed on the seat. She had finally stroke Mariama’s most vulnerable spot. No one shares Rogan with her, so, the best way to twirl the whole shit is bringing him into the chapter. “Yeah.” She said with a nod. “Laura took him the very moment you were declared dead by your own uncle who remains the chairman of the board.” Mariama scuffed and took a piece of potato chip from the platter. Laura taking hold of Rogan is quite explainable. Who on earth will wait three good years for a dead and forgotten lover? That’s silly. “Did they put any effort in looking out to confirm I really died in the crash?” Mariama asked. Lizabeth entered the jet, breaking their conversation wit