Totally Spies! X Martin Mystery

Half solved

Milan, Italy, 9:00 PM
The Spies made sure that Monet was okay before making their way back to their suite.
"What the freak is actually going on?" Clover blurted out as soon as they were alone. "Which maniac is terrorising these poor models?"
Alex shrugged. "Beats me. But whoever it is, it's definitely a major creep."
"Whatever it is, I don't wanna be a part of it," Clover gulped. "I don't fancy myself laughing hysterically like that in front of an audience. I'm more dainty."
Sam suddenly shushed them when they spotted a flustered-looking man on the phone.
"But, sir, you can't cancel at the last minute like this!" The man said, almost pleading with the person on the other end. The girls exchanged looks and hid to listen in. The man paused for a moment before speaking again. "Sir, whatever's been happening to the models is clearly not my fault." Another pause. "Well, you can't blame me, this is sabotage!"
"Sounds like he's the event planner," Clover quipped.
"Seems so," Alex agreed. "And he doesn't seem happy about it."
"Maybe whoever's doing this to the models has some beef against this guy," Sam added. "Let's go talk to him."
Alex took a picture of him with her Compowder and pretended to powder her nose as they went towards him.
"Hi," Sam started with a smile. "I'm Sam, one of the runway photographers for the event earlier."
The man hung up and smiled. "Nice to meet you. I'm the director of DeLuxé, the organiser of this event.
"The event was amazing," Alex graciously added. "Not to mention the buffet."
"The creamed calamari was delish," Sam added generously.
Clover silently stood by, looking at her phone. Alex nudged her, causing her to look up in surprise. "Say what now?" She realised who when her gaze fell on the man, her face quickly morphing into a grin. "Great event, sir. But could you please rethink the fashion designer? Those dresses were an utter disaster."
The man nodded in agreement. "Yes, yes, I couldn't agree more." He sighed. "But because of the recent scandal of models acting crazy, no one wants DeLuxé to organise events anymore."
"Hmm..." Sam frowned thoughtfully before speaking again. "Say, does the DeLuxé have any... competitors?"
The director smiled. "Plenty. But DeLuxé is always the best."
The three girls exchanged knowing looks as they bade goodbye and went to the lift lobby to go up to their room.
"We've got our motive!" Clover excitedly said as soon as they were in the lift. "Sammy, cross-reference the events with misbehaving models."
"On it," Sam was already doing so on her compowder. "Should've done this sooner, but because of the Centre agents..."
"Yeah, we were supposed to do this as soon as we got this mission," Alex remarked. She poked Sam's shoulder when the lift opened on their floor. "Let's go, Sammy."
Sam followed her friends out, staring at her compact as it loaded out the results. Her eyes lit up when it finally did. "Bingo!"
"What is it, Sammy?" Clover asked, watching Alex unlock their hotel room and step in. "What does the result say?"
"It says here that all runway events with the whacky models were organised by DeLuxé," Sam informed as soon as she closed the door behind her. "So whoever it is, might be one of their rivals."
"But who?" Alex chimed in, throwing the measuring tape that she wore around her neck aside. "And how do they make the models act like total maniacs?!"
Sam shrugged, putting her Compowder away. "Beats me. But it looks like we need another investigation."
"Let's ask Jer about it," Clover suggested. "After all, the DeLuxé people would only be too happy for another event, amirite?"

Palace of Alaxia, 2:00 AM
Java gladly handed the frozen static being to MOM's people as they escorted it away.
"Great work, Agents," MOM praised, coming over to the three. "The royal couple are glad that whatever's been terrorising their sleep has finally been caught."
Martin scratched his head. "What was that thing anyway?"
MOM shrugged. "That's yet to be checked. But the king suspects that it might've been a dark incantation sent by his ex-wife."
"Well, just find out what it is, MOM," Diana quickly said. "And then maybe try to... contain it?"
"We're working on it as we speak," MOM nodded. "Alright, Agents. Let's get you three back to school."
The three of them got into MOM's van and started on their journey back.
"I wonder how the Spies' mission is going," Diana quipped. "You think they're done, Martin?"
Martin shrugged. "Who knows?"
"Java hungry," Java suddenly piped up with a frown, holding onto his stomach. "Java want eat."
"We'll get you something on the way, don't worry, Jav," Diana chuckled, rubbing his back. She turned to her brother. "Martin, search if there are any restaurants on the way."
Martin sulkily took out his phone. "I'm only doing this for Java, not you."
Diana rolled her eyes and looked out the window.

Spies' Suite, Milan, Italy, 10:00 PM
"Another event?" Jerry asked in surprise. "Girls, one event is one thing, but more?"
"Jer, please, we need more time!" Clover reasoned. "We need to find out who it is!"
"Yes, Jer, and this is our only way!" Sam added. "We have a lead and we need to know if it's correct."
Jerry frowned for a moment before turning to his computer. "DeLuxé has another event tomorrow night and Clover, you'll have to be the model again. Everyone has already seen Alex and Sam acting as wardrobe manager and runway photographer and you being the model."
"Thanks, Jer," Alex nodded. "Just hope that we can find out who the baddie is."
"Yes, you deal with that," Jerry simply said. "Right now, you girls get some sleep. I'll send the details for the event in a jiffy. Ta-ta for now"
"Thanks, Jer!" All three of them said at once before hanging up.
"Alright, girls, let's get to bed," Sam yawned, putting her Compowder away. "Night, girls."
"Ugh! But I haven't showered yet!" Clover piped up.
"And I haven't collected rewards from my game yet!" Alex added.
Sam sighed and got changed to go to her bed. Of course, she couldn't sleep with Alex's face reflecting the light of her tablet, and Clover's loud music from the shower. She just had to bring her portable speaker so that she could jam in the bathroom.
Sam turned away from Alex and pressed a pillow against her ear to try and block out the noise and sleep.