Mission Failed Successfully

“Aileen, no update?” Misha asked as she lean her back at the rusted railing.

I chuckled as I press a cigarette on my closed lips, the stick taunting to take a small blow. Of course, I didn't attempt to—not under the gaze of my bestfriend—who can pass as a reincarnation of an angel. The strong blow of the wind brush against my skin—the spaghetti strapped blouse didn't even help to cover myself.

We're at the balcony of Misha's apartment—unwinding from this shitty life. The moment I believed a scammer's sales talk—that he can send me abroad—my life fucked up. The agency that was supposed to help me become an OFW had become the reason for me to be tangled up in this scamming agency.

I told myself may times to endure, but now I'm starting to love the job. Being a love scammer is relaxing. You just have to seduce idiots online, because that's how you will earn.

Just like this guy.

My gaze fell down to the typing icon on my phone—indicating that my idiotic boyfriend is already typing to my recent message. This guy doesn't only have loose screws in the head—he's also out of touch with reality.

Anyway, who's in the right mind that will believe in online relationships? Are they that ugly to look for true love online?

Who knows if the people they meet are just scammers scrapping money from them—if there's money to dig. People who easily fall for this trick isn't just stupid, they are morons!

I put my phone aside as I continued feeling the cold wind against my skin. I also throw the cigarette butts in the trash bin.

“Yeah, no update.” I answered as she glanced at me “That idiot gave up from being a scammer.”

My occupation is a scammer—a love scammer to be exact. I scam gullible boys who think they can find true love through texting online. It's not entirely my fault, they can just ignore my message, but they chose to believe it.

No longer my problem.

“If she really gives up from being a love scammer, just because she found true love—she's a traitor.” Misha said biting the scarf she's holding.

“Yeah, she is.” I said and slowly smirk “But who knows? Maybe she found an old rich man with 12 inches dick who's already dying. I would also leave this occupation if I found a guy like that.”

She looked at me as if I just said something disgusting—which is kinda true “Scary,”

I chuckled loudly as I pull away from the railing we're both leaning on. Despite being a professional scammer, Misha is still speaking as if she's an angel. I check my phone when several notifications pop out. I frown, it's just from the group chat of our organization.

The Scammers.

There are two types of scammer. The sales talking scammer. They are scammers who persuade their clients to do a certain task. While the love scammers are just typical online grilfriend who fools their online lover through providing for them.

All of our clients are foreigners so the possibility of meeting them is zero percent.

“Jessie is already popping our notifications.” Misha said as she put the group chat in mute.

“Good idea, girl.” I said as I also put the group chat in mute “Our co-workers won't even let us file a leave.”

I shook my head as if disappointed and she just chuckled to what I did. In our group, we're one of the most effective scammers—we drain their money cleanly—that our victims haven't notice our facade. I'm one of the best love scammer in our agency, and Misha as a professional sales talking scammer.

I glance at my phone when my online boyfriend texted again.

“Your boyfriend doesn't even let you have a vacation.” Misha said, obviously teasing me.

I chuckled “That's what happens when your flirting is effective.”

She just laugh to my response. I didn't say anything wrong though? I walked towards the stairs.

“Where are you going?” she asked

“I'm heading back to my apartment.” I said as I walk down the stairs “I'm going to finish my work.”

She didn't say anything and just let me leave. I walk back to my apartment—close to Misha's apartment, and check my phone again. Those co-workers are literally bombing the group chat. I also notice my online boyfriend texting again. He's damn clingy.

Riel: Baby, are you busy?

I chuckled as I notice his message. Back then, he won't even bother replying to my messages, but now he's even initiating the conversation. He played hard to get and I was patient to play with his game. Just a simple compliment and I got him twirled around my fingers.

Come to think of it. It's already been a year, that's too long for my usual limit for relationships. Should I cut him off now? He's easy to scam and all—but still, work is work. I should follow my rules.

I smirked as I type my reply. Among all of my victims, this guy is actually the most foolish. He quickly obey to my simple whims—if I need money, he quickly sends it to our anonymous bank account.

But sorry for this guy, I don't extend time limits for relationship.

Erica: Baby! I'm here in the immigration office. I was planning to surprise you here in Canada, but the guards confiscated my passport when I was picking up my bag. They won't let me leave if I don't pay the fine. So can you please send $100? I'm really scared....

Riel quickly replied

Riel: I'm on my way, baby.

I smirk as I saw the next text message he sent. It was a confirmation of $100 successfully transferred to our bank account.

Riel: See you, baby.

I chuckled as I see his message—yeah, see you in hell, baby! I was about to click the block button when my door swings open. It was Misha panicking.

“Shit, Aileen. We're sorrounded by police!” Misha exclaimed “Didn't you read the messages from the group chat? There's a high figure haunting someone in our agency.”

My heart beat fast, and as if it's adrenaline. I quickly took my phone and wallet as I open the window—but it was too late.

“Put your hands on the air!” a police shouted as I heard a clicking of a gun “Turn around,”

We have no choice but to turn around. If we try to run—we might end up dead from falling to a building or being shut by a gun. My besfriend and I, looked unsure as we turn around. Maybe they wil spare us if we tell them about how we were also scammed.

Then, I heard the sound of a pair of shoes clicking on the floor.

A man entered the room, but he was not a simple man. He was someone who releases an authoritive aura—as if he's someone powerful.

He have raven black locks that looks like the night, and ocean blue eyes that will mesmerize everyone who looks at him. His jaw is also prominent, as if a greek god descended in our world.

He's such a sight to behold.

He clicked his tongue as he observed us intensely “Who is Erica between the two of you?”

None of us replied

The two of us can be Erica. In our job, it's normal that we use fake names. She once used the name Erica so she's also Erica, and I? I'm currently using the name Erica to fool my online boyfriend, but as if that guy will look for me because he sensed that I'm a scam right? He would never go that far.

If he did, it proves that he really needs psychological help.

The man sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose, as if he's stressed. He opened his phone and dial someone. My eyes widened as I felt my phone vibrating and ringing.

My phone repeatedly play my favorite ringtone—indicating that my current online boyfriend is calling. Don't tell me—

It was too late to run, he was already gripping my arm with a calculating smile on his face.

“Hi baby, is this the immigration office?”​