My (Un)Real Friend

Her Offer

Dillard is drowned deep in his mind. He thinks a lot about what happened last night.

"A super hacker? You?" Dillard asked.

"Yep, that's me," Agnes replied. "I can hack almost everything"

"Wait a minute," he immediately asked again. "You said it is nice to finally meet me. What do you mean? And why in the world must you contact me through a weird smartphone?"

"Well, first of all, I have known you for quite some time. Secondly, the device you are holding right now is the only way I could communicate with you. I'm kinda on the run you see," she calmly explained. Her expression didn't show even the slightest sign of worry.

Dillard was the complete opposite. He was beginning to freak out. "What? Oh my God! Are you some kind of fugitive?"

Agnes replied with a slightly rosed tone, "Hey! I'm not a criminal okay. Please give me chance to talk."

Dillard was taken aback by her reaction. Realizing that he might be a bit overreacting, he decided to keep silent and waited for her to continue.

"It's just I have some family problem," she finally added.

"Family problem? What kind of family problem?"

"I'll explain if you agree to help me," she proposed.

"Not in million years," Dillard dismissively replied. "Why would I help a complete stranger. Through a weird phone nonetheless."

"I have money, lots of it. And you can have it," she offered.

Dillard shakes his head. "No, no! Probably illegal money. I don't want to be involved in some money laundering scheme."

"Okay, okay. Just listen to me. I have another one that you just can't refuse."

She is stubborn

"What is it?" Dillard asked. He was borderline rude.

"Apologies if this offends you, but I have investigated you, Dillard."

"What do you mean?" Dillard said with a slightly hostile tone.

"Sir, you have been single all your life. But you always rejected your female friend's advances. A simple hack to your deactivated Tinder account showed that you have been rejected by multiple women above 33 years old. Mister, you are desperate," Agnes confidently stated. There were no threats in her words but it was enough to make Dillard feel compromised.

Shit!!

Dillard was freaking out but tried hard to maintain his cool. "Damn, what else do you know?" He was starting to believe that Agnes was a legit hacker.

"Enough. Social security number? Credit card info?" she casually said. "But hey, I'm not trying to blackmail you or something. Just look at this."

Immediately a selfie picture of Mrs. Willow appeared on the phone screen. She was in her bikini, looking hot, sitting beside a swimming pool. Her feet were in the water. This was a non-public photo from her Instagram or other social media.

Dillard was stunned. He couldn't swallow his saliva. His blood was rushing to his lower body. His heart was beating faster.

A moment later the picture disappeared and Agnes returned on the screen. A slight disappointment is clearly visible on Dillard's face.

"I assume you like it," Agnes commented.

"Do you have more?" Dillard shamelessly asked.

"There are more in her account but I only copy this one. Sorry, it didn't feel right. Instead, I have something that can be more ... say ... permanent."

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Take a look at this email."

Agnes disappeared from the screen again. A screenshot of what appeared to be an email from Mrs. Willow to her mother appeared. The content was rather long but Dillard could only focus on certain sentences.

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Mom, he is cheating on me.

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Agnes returned on the screen. "Bunch of her other emails and chat revealed that she is in the process of divorcing her husband," she informed Dillard.

"So you are spying on her," he gave snarky comments.

Agnes quickly replied, "Okay, if you are not interested then I'll be off."

"Wait! Wait!," Dillard begged. "What should I do?"

"Here's the deal, I need you to do things for me for the next couple of days. I won't ask you to do a crime or felony or something of that nature. I just require an assistant," she explained.

"And what do I get in return?"

"I'll be keeping tabs on her and inform you the latest information that might have an impact on your standing toward her. But that's it!" she stated. "I won't give you her private photos, or any other private properties of hers."

Deep down Dillard was conflicted. He really didn't want to spy on Mrs. Willow. But he also realized that Agnes's help might boost his pretty slim chance.

Finally, Dillard caved in. "Okay, okay you win. It's a deal."

"Good," Agnes replied. "I'll see you tomorrow." She gave Dillard a warm smile and then the screen goes blank.