CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 28
(Desmond's POV)
I watched Mr. Antonio leave the café, feeling a sense of satisfaction. He was on board, and now we could start making progress. But I knew we needed more information. We needed to know the details of Cassandra's plan, the players involved, and the timeline.
(Later that day)
I called Mr. Antonio, my voice firm but persuasive. "Mr. Antonio, we need to know more about Cassandra's plan. Can you get close to her, gain her trust?" Mr. Antonio hesitated, his voice laced with uncertainty. "I don't know, Desmond. I don't want to betray her trust." I understood his concerns, but I knew this was necessary. "Mr. Antonio, we're doing this to protect Cassandra. We need to know what she's planning so we can stop her before it's too late." He sighed, resigned. "Alright, Desmond. I'll try."
I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Good. Get as much information as you can. We'll work on a plan to stop her once we have the details." Mr. Antonio agreed, and I hung up the phone, my mind already racing with possibilities.
With Mr. Antonio on the inside, we could finally get the upper hand. We could stop Cassandra's plan before it was too late.
But as I sat there, a nagging doubt crept into my mind. Was I using Mr. Antonio, manipulating him for my own purposes? And what would happen to him once Cassandra found out he was working against her? I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. We had to stop Cassandra, no matter the cost.
Xavier's POV
I watched from the shadows, my eyes fixed on Desmond and Mr. Antonio as they conversed in hushed tones. I had been tracking Desmond's movements for weeks, waiting for him to make his move.
And now, with the microchip in his watch, I could hear every word they spoke. "…get close to her, gain her trust," Desmond said, his voice clear as day through the microchip's feed.
Mr. Antonio nodded, his expression resolute. "Alright, Desmond. I'll try."
I smiled to myself, impressed by Desmond's cunning. He was playing Mr. Antonio like a fiddle, using him to get to Cassandra. But I knew Desmond's true loyalties lay with me. He was my man, my eyes and ears in the enemy's camp. And with this information, we could finally take down Cassandra and her father.
I leaned back in the shadows, my mind racing with possibilities. The game was afoot, and I was ready to make my move. I listened intently as Desmond and Mr. Antonio continued to discuss their plan. Desmond was playing it perfectly, gaining Mr. Antonio's trust while feeding me valuable information. "…she's planning to meet with a potential investor next week," Mr. Antonio said, his voice laced with concern. "I don't know who it is, but I know it can't be good." Desmond nodded, his expression serious. "We'll look into it, Mr. Antonio. Don't worry, we'll take care of it." I smiled to myself, my mind racing with possibilities. This was the break we needed. With the investor's identity, we could finally take down Cassandra and her father. I made a mental note to have Dami dig into the investor's background, find out who they were and what their connection was to Cassandra. As I continued to listen, I realized that Desmond was playing a dangerous game. If Cassandra found out he was working against her, she would stop at nothing to destroy him.
But I had faith in Desmond. He was a skilled operative, and I knew he could handle himself. Still, I decided to keep a close eye on him, just in case.
(Dami's POV)
I sat in my car, parked across the street from the café where Desmond and Mr. Antonio were meeting. My earpiece allowed me to listen in on their conversation, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. This plan was risky, and I didn't like it one bit. We were playing with fire, and I wasn't sure if we'd be able to contain the flames. I quickly typed out a text to Xavier, my fingers flying across the screen. "Xav, I don't like this. The risk is too high. We're putting Desmond in a dangerous position."
I hesitated for a moment before hitting send. I knew Xavier would disagree, but I had to express my concerns. As I waited for a response, I continued to listen in on the conversation. Desmond was pushing Mr. Antonio to get more information, to get closer to Cassandra. I shook my head, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. What if Cassandra found out? What if Desmond got caught?
My phone buzzed, and I glanced down at the screen. Xavier's response was brief, as always. "Trust me, Dami. We need this. Desmond can handle it." I sighed, knowing that Xavier wouldn't budge. But I still had a bad feeling about this…
(Desmond's POV)
I watched as Mr. Antonio nodded, finally convinced by my arguments. "Alright, Desmond. I'll do it. I'll get closer to Cassandra, find out what she's planning." I smiled, relieved that he had agreed. "Good, Mr. Antonio. I knew I could count on you." Mr. Antonio stood, his expression determined. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect my daughter. But Desmond, be careful. Cassandra is not someone to be trifled with." I nodded, standing as well. "I know, Mr. Antonio. I'll be careful."
As Mr. Antonio left the restaurant, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had done it. I had convinced him to work with me. But as I sat back down, my mind began to race. What had I just gotten myself into? Was I really ready to take on Cassandra and her father? I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. I had to get to work, start digging into Cassandra's plans.
I pulled out my phone, dialing a number. "Boss, it's done. Mr. Antonio is on board." Xavier's voice was calm, collected. "Good work, Desmond. Now let's get to work." I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Already on it, Boss." As I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. What lay ahead?
(Cassandra's POV)
I walked into Father's study, expecting to see him pacing, worried, or angry. But instead, he was sitting calmly, a small smile on his face. "Father, what's going on?" I asked, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "You seem… calm." He looked up at me, his eyes warm. "I am, Cassandra. I've been thinking, and I've come to realize that I need to trust you more. You're an adult now, capable of making your own decisions."
I felt a surge of love for him, mixed with worry. "But Father, are you sure? You're not just saying that to make me happy, are you?" He chuckled, standing up to hug me. "No, my dear. I mean it. I trust you. And I know you'll make the right decisions." I hugged him back, feeling a sense of gratitude. I loved my father so much, and I couldn't bear the thought of him being unhappy. "Thank you, Father," I said, pulling back to look at him. "That means so much to me."
He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I know, my dear. And I'm proud of you. You're going to do great things." I smiled back, feeling a sense of determination. I would make him proud. I would make myself proud. But as I turned to leave, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Father was hiding something from me. I just didn't know what.