~3~

It was seven years later. I had graduated from Gallagher. I was a spy, and I never heard from Blackthorne again. I still talk to my mom on the occasion- that is when I'm not a mission.

My new codename is the "seductress." Apparently, I am a turn on and I use my body to get information and whatever else I want. Sometimes I talk to Bex, although it's hard to get in touch. Macey went on to marry the Vice Presidential Candidate's son, Tyler. They were a public icon, so it was hard for her to go on a mission. But that also meant if she disappeared- which was not likely- people would be looking for her constantly. Although, I can talk to her, considering I always know where she is- so does the paparazzi.

Liz works with the CIA. Apparently, so does Jonas, they recently eloped. Of course, I couldn't go. Macey and her husband were the witnesses. I envied Macey for being able to go out in public without being murdered. Well, most of the time.

When I visited Liz once, I briefly saw Jonas. I congratulated them both, and gave him a hug. We both avoided the subject that we couldn't keep off of our minds- Zachary Goode.

Yes, I missed him. But I had other plans for my life. Considering I am the seductress.

~3~

I was in Milan, a fashion show to be exact. I gingerly sipped some white wine and smiled at a photographer that was backstage.

Today my cover was Jacqueline Paesado. A beautiful, blonde, Italian model that supposedly grew up in Venice, and lived in poverty after her dad lost his job, and their house flooded. Come on, Venice is the city of water.

I glided onto the stage with grace and poise. For a mere second, I thought of my old teacher, Madame Dabney. Ah, how it would make me happy to see her present. As I walked toward the end of the aisle, I noticed a familiar face. Flashing a smile to the crowd, and sticking out my hip with my hand planted on it, and blowing kisses, and waving, I shook what I had back into my dressing room.

I quickly changed into a small, slim fitting purple sequined dress and high heels. Sweeping my hair up into a loose fitting bun that complimented my cheekbones I paraded out of the room, into the large crowd. Of course, the chameleon in my never left, even just being on the runway mere minutes before I found him.

"I see some things never change Ms. Mo-Ms. Paesado." He said.

"Che? Come ti chiami? No lo so." (What? What is your name? I don't know) I smiled sheepishly at the man. I was just playing my cover; of course I would never forget this man. I hadn't seen him since graduation- the infamous Joe Solomon.

"Mi chiamo Harry Kline. Io Americano professor, tu guardi bella, Jacqueline." (My name is Harry Kline. I'm an American professor, you look beautiful Jacqueline)

"Why thank you Mr. Kline, how do you do?" I replied, grabbing champagne off of a passing waiter and handing him a glass. He eyed me suspiciously as if to say, 'You better not get drunk, Cammie. I may not be your teacher anymore, but I still care for you.'

I smiled at him and took a swig.

"Tutto va bene. E tu? Io guardo mi studento." (All is well. How about you? I'm watching for my student) Apparently we were switching back and forth from English and Italian.

"I have been good also. Do I know this student of yours, Harry?" He knew I meant a Gallagher Girl.

"Actually, you do. Although I'm sure it's not who you expect." He smiled at me as I noticed two men and two girls walk through the crowd. I heard some men calling at me from across the room. I smiled and waved at them- playing my cover.

Mr. Solomon frowned- whatever. He didn't control my life.

"Jacqueline," he hissed, "I hope you do not sleep with these men to get what you need…or want." I drew in a breath.

"Harry," I hissed back, "I do whatever I need to to make sure I get what I need." I was about to walk away from him, and whoever was making their way over that I knew.

He grabbed my arm and whispered, "It's not what your father would of wanted." My mouth dropped open and I just stood there like that, him grabbing my arm. It must have been weird looking because the people that were approaching us stopped in their tracks.

"My father is dead!" I hissed. He released me, looking at me sorrowfully. He cued the group of four to come over.

I still didn't look at them yet, I was glaring at Solomon, and I didn't care what the other people heard. "Look, I know you regret my father's death, but that has nothing to do with me sleeping with other men to get the job done. You have no idea the kind of stuff I have to get. They don't call me the seductress for nothing. I may still have chameleon in me, but I have a new name now." I downed my glass of wine and grabbed another one. Ugh. I hated being a spy sometimes.

"Cameron!" He said. I dropped my glass on a table and clamped my hand over his mouth.

"Are you trying to blow my cover, Solomon? We both know that you could have just sentenced me to death. Now, I need to you to get over whatever thing you have against me sleeping with men to get information, and grab your "students" and go. I have business to attend to, and you know what I'm talking about." I glared at him.

"Ciao! OMGeeeeee! I haven't seen you in like….FOREVER!" someone squealed and I turned to see Tina Walters. Wow, I hadn't seen her in a long time. Not that I really missed her but it was still good to see a fellow Gallagher Girl.

She crashed into me and hugged me.

"It's good to see you too, T. Hey, A!" I didn't know their codenames so I figured this was safe enough." Anna Fetterman stumbled over to me, and I enveloped her in a quick hug too.

"Hey Jacqueline, meet any good guys lately? Plenty of hawttt Italians around here I bet." Tina said, nudging me.

"You have no idea…" I muttered, and then I realized there were two male figures standing next to Solomon.

I turned to look at them. OH HELL NO!

~3~