room for a VVIP session. The room was well furnished

ir "Now let's talk, t

Nigeria, that's before Cisco cam

ing me to marry him, my uncle whom

someone he didn't know?" I interrupted, I really d

nd her words were genuine, but now it f

every second, was

d and I did too."She start

I shouted, hitting

e bullshit she's telling me. I've lived long enough to master the act o

ooo! I'm sorry, that came out wrong, he agreed to i

suspicious. Pamela had been stammering and fidgeti

ld giving a speech in front of the whole school and then ending

s susp

oor woman was sad and scared. But her story did

d my hand over my ja

ch other, and they kept talking the whole day about some company

ompany m

they knew each other 'cause they didn

to marry Cisco. I knew it! It was all plann

p to conclusions without know

ur uncle's name, and where does she live? Give m

rom Port Harcourt, but he is actually English. I me

all the stammering?"Wher

e went to Nigeria to help

t they...I mean why would they

have parents they

me your parents forced you to marry Cisco." I was getting

s this whole time but to dig deep

? Err...I do." She let

hen you better tell me the whole story and be honest..."B

ust dropp

msy of me," she said, bending ov

ter will clean it up," I

r and started fidgeting with the

lf, and I do have parents; they also seem like they

hance know how your uncle an

r seen him before, and I haven't s

. Alright then, this is what we will

inish this at home? It

spent thirty

he parking lot. I quickly ordered some food for myself and my children bef

ion. I kept bringing up topics related to her marriag

up, but then I remembered that I hadn't really asked Pamela about her fian

fiance? What's his name?" I saw

er eyes widened before going bac

doing really well; we even talked yesterday, and his nam

thought of m

and it was just yesterday? This whole thing was getting really strange;

ment of silence,

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does h

he works at a gov

does h

already told you all I know; what does my

at me. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean

ing my eyes. "Just focus on drivi

o the road. I smirked as I gripped the wheel; if Pamela tho

something from me. It seemed like every question I asked only made her more nervous and defensive. But I w

fidgeting and evasive answers only fueled my determination to uncover the truth. I knew she was hidin