A/N: Well MaddieTheSilentWriter and I are collaborating! Here's a new SonnyChad story! We hope that you like it!

Prologue

Sonny Monroe gladly slipped the peach envelope under the desk towards her boss. Her boss, Damen, carefully grabbed the envelope and hastily opened it. He tried not to look eager, but that was almost impossible. Damen revealed the picture that was inside and a tightlipped smile appeared on his face. He gave his employee an impressed look. Whatever Miss Monroe brought was worth thousands of dollars. She was famous for capturing the biggest scandals and picturing the worst predicaments in one simple photo. The celebrities hated her, but the paparazzi idolized her.

"Well done, Miss Monroe. You have really outdone yourself. You are by far the best here." Damen said, tucking the picture away into the drawers of his desk. Sonny gladly took the compliment and smirked smugly. "Now wait here a moment. I will get your pay." Damen said, grabbing the wireless phone next to him. He ordered his secretary to retrieve his checkbook and pen. Mere seconds, his secretary walked through the door with his handy checkbook and a black inked pen.

"Ten thousand dollars to Sonny Monroe." Damen muttered underneath his breath. He ripped it out and handed it over to her. Sonny took it and buried it deep inside of her stuffy wallet. She bit her lip and gave her boss a wary look. "What's wrong? Are you not happy with ten grand?" Damen chuckled.

"Well it's just that this was officially my five hundredth picture. I'm completely out of debt, and I have enough money to go to college." Sonny said uncomfortably. Damen frowned, worry obvious in his eyes. He knew where she was going with this. "Is it okay if I…um…resign?" she asked.

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Sonny has been in this company for a full three years. When she first came to Hollywood, she was looking to be a script writer. She always dreamed of writing a worldwide blockbuster film. But tragedy struck her when she realized that she was flat out broke and had no money to go to college to get her masters degree on writing. By the time her nineteenth birthday rolled on, she was desperate and was looking for any job.

How she became a paparazzi – or "celebrity photographer" as she would prefer to be titled – was a complete accident. She didn't mean to. She was just walking around West Hollywood (lost in the city actually) and was looking for the nearest bus stop. It's been hours, and her high heels were torturing her. Sonny felt like she was going to drop. So she took a break and leaned against the brick wall behind her, resting her aching feet.

As she stood on the sidewalk, she was messing around with her new camera. Looking at its features, taking random pictures – hey, she was extremely bored and tired. Sonny then caught sight of two people – two very famous people – through her camera. She zoomed in on them, wondering if her eyes tricked her. She gasped to see them kissing. No, kissing would be an understatement. What didn't shock her was that two international actors were making out in public. It was the fact that the guy was married to somebody else. And this somebody isn't the chick who's pressed against him.

Sonny took the picture immediately. She smiled and was excited to show her best friend, Tawni, this when she got home to their apartment. She and Tawni were always excited to hear the latest gossip news. It was like their reason to talk, the wild side of life. As Sonny thought more about it, her feet felt like they were healing, completely boosting up her energy. Sonny began to run back to her apartment in Los Angeles. She ran and ran. (Until she got tired again and walked towards the nearest bus stop again.)

It was Tawni who told her to sell it to People Magazine. At first, Sonny didn't want to because she believed that the paparazzo were just a bunch of low life sleazes who didn't go anywhere in life. But after lots of encouraging and desperate imploring from Tawni, Sonny gave in and sent the picture over to them. After that day, she thanked Tawni every possible moment for begging her to do that.

That picture literally put those girls out of debt of every kind. Mortgage rent, cell phone bills, electricity, water – everything got paid off after that picture reached People Magazine. They were even able to move into a new and much better looking condo located in West Hollywood, along with the other celebrities.

Sonny needed more though. She wanted to be a professional script writer, so she needed to go to college, but she needed the money. She reluctantly went back to the magazine company and asked for a job. She would have accepted to be an intern or even a janitor. But that's not what they gave her. People Magazine didn't ask for a résumé, and they didn't ask any serious questions. Instead, they just gave her a camera and sent her off to the heated areas of the Los Angeles metropolitan. Sonny Monroe's job: paparazzi.

Click, snap, flash, and another paycheck was born. It was almost too easy for Miss Monroe. Call it sweet karma or good luck, but she almost happens to be at the right place and at the right time – for her at least, for those celebrities: not so much.

But as time flew by, the excitement and rush of exposing secrets faded away in Sonny. She grew bored, unsurprised, and unwilling these days. What was the point of this in the first place? To make money right? Well she had enough money for both her and Tawni and to go to college. She didn't need this job anymore. Correction: she didn't want this job anymore.

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"You…you want to resign?" Damen asked. He couldn't believe his ears. His star, his flower, his gem, his favorite "celebrity photographer" was actually resigning? "Miss Monroe, you have done a great deal for us. You're a legend. There will never be another person who could capture such amazing moments than you." Sonny rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

"You mean ruin peoples' lives?" she stated, raising an eyebrow at her boss.

"Oh, is that why you want to leave? You feel guilty?" he laughed. "Miss Monroe, you know that we workers here don't have a conscience. I thought you didn't either. What changed?" he said, laughing in between his words. Sonny glared at him.

"I do not feel guilty for these – these excuses for human beings! Why would I feel guilty for revealing these disgusting animals?!" Sonny snapped. Damen raised his eyebrows. Sonny sighed and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. "Look, the only reason why I want to resign is so that I can go to college and be something that I want to be. I'm twenty-one years old, and I just want to go to college." Damen sighed and sunk back into his chair, understanding.

"Fine, fine. Resign." He said. Sonny smiled joyfully. She almost began to clap her hands and jump up and down, squealing shrilly, until Damen cut her off. "But," Sonny squinted at Damen. Of course there was another side to this. "I need you to do one more project." Sonny scowled and stomped her foot, feeling frustrated. "This time, you don't get to choose who're going to photograph. I'm picking your assignment."

"Whatever. I could do it anyways." Sonny said confidently. But really, she just wanted to do this as quickly as possible. It was summer and fall was rolling around the corner. She wanted to at least apply to the winter courses of college.

"Alright, but this guy is hard. Sure, he's a wild partier, hard drinker, and a major bed hopper, but what male Hollywood actor isn't?" Sonny gave Damen a strange look, wondering where he's going through with this. "This guy has a dark, dark secret somewhere tucked in his conceited head, and his publicist is very good at hiding it. What I want you to find out what that secret is."

"His secret? Pfft, that won't be hard." Sonny said, making it sound like it wasn't a big deal. Damen smirked.

"If you do find his secret, and if his secret is actually good, we will pay you five hundred grand. Now wouldn't that be a good bonus to your college fees?" Sonny smiled, feeling excitement tingle beneath her skin. Not because she had another assignment though. Damen was literally handing over blood money for her college fees. Sonny was a definite yes for this school year. She clutched onto her camera that hung loosely in front of her stomach, practically ready to expose and reveal.

"So who's the guy?" she asked impatiently.

"Chad Dylan Cooper."