The dreams of Samson soon turned to nightmares as she fought the evil witch of the south—Julia. In her dreams, Julia got to walk away with the grand prize. Delilah held a consolation prize: a box that made an annoying buzzing noise. The sound of the phone ringing jolted Delilah out of her sleep. “I’m coming,” Delilah yelled, as she reached over to answer the phone. “Hello,” she said, barely above a whisper. “Rise and shine, sweetheart,” William said. She stretched and sat up in bed. “What time is it?” “It’s time for phase two. Now get your butt out of bed and start earning the money I paid you.” Delilah’s eyes adjusted to the daylight. She glanced at the clock. “William, it’s just seven in the morning. There’s nothing I can do this early.” “I saw your boy on TV, so I know he’s back from his honeymoon. I’m giving you two weeks to get something on him that I can use.” Delilah attempted to go back to sleep after hanging up with William, but sleep evaded her.
