The Impostor [ᴍxᴍ]

Tongue-Tied

"Now, I'm going to need you to take a deep breath... and forget everyone you've ever known."

"I could never forget you."

"This isn't the time to be joking around, Jeremiah. Learn your character. You're meeting the mark in less than 20 minutes," CJ frowns. He's all business right now but he's been my best friend since high school and he's also been my partner in crime for the past couple of years. You see, CJ and I, we do the work that this country needs. There are way too many people just sitting on untouched wealth and if you ask me, that's the reason the economy is so bad right now.

I'm just doing my part to fix it.

I get my hands on a bit of that wealth and put it out into the world. I'm the black Robin Hood, only difference is that I pocket a lot more than he does. I consider it compensation for all of my hard work, really. It's not easy convincing people to trust you with a large sum of money but it's not impossible either. You see, everybody wants to believe that there doing something that could change the fucking world and add long as you give them that something to believe in...

They're putty in your hands.

It hasn't been easy avoiding the law either. I've had to change my name as frequently as I changed my damn underwear. After all of these years, I had grown so detached from the name Jeremiah King and sometimes, it just felt like the name wasn't even mine anymore. Changing it was never a problem though because CJ is very well connected. The man could whip up legitimate IDs, passports, social security numbers...

You name it, he got it.

That's the reason he's been my partner in all of this. I'm not as connected as he is and I'm not even half as tech-savvy to do the shit that he does. He's the one who gets everything in order to make sure I appear as legit as they come. My job is a little easier; I'm more like the face of the operation. He picks the targets and I do everything in my power to get close to them; close enough to secure the bag.

Unfortunately, most of the time this means that I have to be sleeping with them. It's not something I enjoy very much but I do it because I know that it's necessary. The main reason I don't take pleasure in this is because most of the targets are middle-aged women. They tend to be the richest and from my experience, they're also lonely enough to let a handsome young stranger close enough to influence them.

These women are sitting on pulled off cash that they do absolutely nothing with. They're either sitting on generational wealth, a hefty retirement, or life insurance from a dead husband or two. The dead husbands work in my favour in more ways than one. The loneliness that these old ladies endure makes them so desperate for affection that they always tend to be so gullible.

All it takes is for me to swoop in and give her the attention that she's been craving. Unfortunately, I also have to give her the sex that she's been lacking, but that's a small price to pay for saving the economy.

Before long, I have these women wrapped around my finger. It could take anywhere between 2 weeks to 4 months but eventually, I talk them into investing a large sum of cash in a cause so great that it would change the world. I convince them that by doing this, they would go down in history as one of the most admired women to have walked this earth.

These women are easily influenced.

It's easy to understand why they would feed into this kind of stuff. They're dying and they want to know that their lives meant something. They want to know that they'll be remembered for something great. They want to leave a legacy.

Through their rose-coloured glasses, they see an opportunity to be the next Oprah and just like that...

The money is ours.