[ WP ] A Nigerian scammer falls in love with you , but has to pretend to scam you so he does n't lose his job .

Dear Ms. Lianne, 
 You are very beautiful. Your cousin, my friend, always said it, but she could not have described the way your curly brown hair falls in front of your radiant eyes. I am fifth in line for the Nigerian throne, and I wish to see you someday. I have started to make a trust fund so that i can visit you someday, and if you could donate to it ( even just a little ) it would help my dream become glorious reality. 
 Love, 
 Achike Abasad, Prince of Nigeria 
 
 I was furious when I received the email. I had just posted a picture on my Facebook page of my cousin and I together at a beach in California. This `` Prince'', this scammer, had clearly been looking through my personal page and tried to use my cousin against me, staining my memory of the beautiful California sun on my back. Had he *really* thought that I would n't ask my cousin before I gave him *any* money? So though my better judgement advised against extending the interaction, I sent him an angry email in return. He responded. 
 
 Ms. Lianne, 
 You have discovered me. I am a poor scammer working out of a crumbling office in Nigeria, and the only way I could contact you was through a scam. However, my feelings towards you, my longing to meet you, were all too real. You are a symbol of the love I have never gotten, the luxury I have been denied. Please let me video message you during work. It is strictly forbidden, but it is the only way I can think of to convince you of my good intentions. 
 Love, 
 Achike Abasad, Email Scammer 
 
 Before I continue, I should tell you that I am an exquisitely lonely person. I inherited my wealth. I fill my time ordering from the pages of Skymall and ladies' magazines. To find interest in me outside of my money or familial connections was intriguing, and the invitation was too good to ignore. 
 
 I turned on the computer and submitted an invitation to talk through our webcams. He accepted immediately. I saw a set of crooked white teeth smiling before he leaned back from the camera and allowed me to see his whole face. His cheeks were hollow and concave and his hair was lank, but despite this I could see the seeds of attraction. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he did, a nasal voice spoke in heavily accented English from the background. 
 
 `` You have n't messaged the rich woman yet? You always were the best in the business, Achike. Having the smart to sell her that love symbol garbage- inspired. Really. Inspired.'' Achike's face grew more tight with every word. His face flashed with anger as he stared at a location offscreen, only to disappear to a mask of panic. 
 
 `` It is n't true!'' Achike said. `` Is just what I told the boss! The love is true! Is-'' 
 
 I closed my laptop with a slam like a gunshot. It really had sounded a lot like a gunshot. My imagination had taken another victim.
