The Perfect Scam

Chapter XI

Agent Richards' voice crackled through the phone as he confirmed, "So what you're telling me is that Samson invited you to a gala next week?"

"Yeah, and I wanted to get your opinion. Should I go?"

"Absolutely," Richards replied without hesitation. "This could be our chance to get closer to our goal. I've been doing some digging and it turns out Evelyn Ray, the heiress that Samson was originally targeting, will also be attending the gala."

"Evelyn Ray?" Daisy furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Yes, she's an important person in this mission. When you attend the gala, you will need to approach her, gather information on The Chameleon, and warn her about the danger she may be in. Is that clear?" Richards directed.

"Crystal clear," Daisy responded.

"I have faith in you, Daisy," Richards reassured her, his voice softening slightly. "You've been training for this and it's time to put that training to use."

"I understand," Daisy replied.

"There's one more thing," Richards added. "During the gala, you need to keep all interactions with me to a minimum."

"But why?" Daisy asked perplexedly.

"To maintain your cover. If anyone suspects that we are working together, it could jeopardize the mission and put both of you in danger," he explained. 

"Alright, understood," Daisy responded solemnly. 

The conversation ended shortly after with Richards giving her final instructions and wishing her luck. Daisy was left staring at the phone long after the call had ended. The reality of her mission was sinking in and she was starting to feel the weight of her task.

The mission was coming to an end and she would eventually have to arrest Samson. She didn't want to think about it but she knew it was true.

To get her mind off things she sent a quick text to Samson.

Daisy: Hey Samsonella. Can I come over? I want to talk to you about something.

She sat there for a second, waiting for a text to pop up on her phone.

Samson: Samsonella? Is that a new nickname you thought of?

Daisy: I dunno. I like it.

Samson: Haha, well yeah. You can come over.

Daisy: I'll be there soon.

Daisy left her hotel and began the short drive to Samson's house. She was nervous about the conversation they would have - there were so many things she wanted to say to him. And yet she knew she had to be careful with her words.