By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
‘I’m glad you’re back.’
Chioma nodded with a smile but didn’t speak. Her hair had fallen around her young face and she looked older than twenty-six years.
Audrey patted her shoulder. ‘I didn’t mean harm to you.’
‘I know,’ Chioma glanced at her and said.
Chisom who was standing behind them didn’t interrupt them. Instead, she listened quietly to their conversation.
‘I’ll go ahead,’ Audrey said, hugged Chioma, then started towards the door. Pushing the door open, she elegantly walked towards her sapphire-blue Bugatti Veyron parked by the side of the road, she opened the door and stepped in. fastening her seatbelt, her car shot out like arrow leaving its bowstring.
As Audrey’s dazzling sports car raced along the road, she listened to Shania Twain’s from this moment on. Amused at the thought of Chisom’s words, Audrey’s lips curled up, and she smiled. She felt that someday, Chisom will truly like her and not misunderstand her.
After about fifteen minutes or more, the car stopped in front of a luxurious white house in the district of Asokoro. Asokoro district happens to be haven for top government officials, and recognised as Abuja’s most exclusive district. The district reserved only for the crème de la crème of the society, was undoubtedly one o the most secured places to live. The presence of Aso Rock, the presidential villa, made the district outstanding.
It was said that a plot of land in this district could run into billions of naira. There were cheaper plots but they were one hundred million naira, a plot. It only meant that only those that burn cash lived in this area.
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