Cammie
"Cam, are you ready?" Bex asked, pounding on my door.
"Coming!" I exclaimed, before hurrying out.
"Damn, Morgan, you look H-O-T-T hot." Macey approved.
I rolled my eyes as I always did when Macey approved my outfits.
"It's just another job." I muttered.
"It's a job guarding Zachary Goode. You should consider yourself lucky."
I rolled my eyes. There was nothing special about Zachary Goode. So what if his family owned the biggest industry in all of United States? So what if that industry was famous all over the world?
He was just another 20-year-old guy.
Of course, when you worked in the spy business as I did, you might try to consider your assignments important…
He was my first mission. I had assignments when I went to Gallagher, but they were never like this. They were all just CoveOps exercises.
But I'd rather take those over this any day.
I grew up in a spy family. All the females on my mom's side went to Gallagher since… Forever.
And both my parents were spies. My mom was now a retired agent, who was also the headmistress of Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, and my dad was… Killed in action…
But I was their daughter. This was what everything had prepared me for. It was one of the reasons I was chosen over all other operatives (Who had worked here way longer than I had) who applied for this specific assignment.
Did I mention I was a pavement artist? My codename is Chameleon, because I blend into my surroundings.
Blend, not hide.
I'm average in every way possible.
Anyways, my first assignment is to guard Zachary Goode.
Simple enough, right?
Not.
If there's anything I learned from my parents, the simplest assignments can turn out to be one of the most difficult to finish.
"C'mon Cam, you're going to be late." Bex said, pulling on my arm.
It was a silent ride to the Goode household. Everything felt different without Liz here with us.
The sight that waited for us at the end of the ride was… Indefinable.
The house was huge, no doubt. It was three stories, and was painted elegant white, even on the outside, and everything was carefully groomed, along with the fancy cars in the driveway.
As Bex and Macey waited in the car, I walked up the front porch to the door.
"Who are you?" A guy asked, answering the door.
"I'm Cameron. You must be Zach," I said.
He smirked. "As if you didn't already know."
"I actually didn't. May I speak to Catherine Goode?"
"You want to speak to my mother?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not everyone wants to spend time with the 20-year-old millionaire. I have important business to speak with your mother, if you don't mind."
"You know, you don't look that old. Most people our age know who I am."
"Well, consider me that odd 19-year-old that doesn't care."
"Cameron, come in," Catherine said, coming to the door.
"Thank you, Mrs. Goode," I smiled.
"Please, it's Catherine," she smiled back.
Zach snorted and I heard him mutter quietly, "Not to anyone else."
"Zachary, this is Cameron, she is your new bodyguard."
"Are you kidding me? What can she do for me that I can't do myself?" he exclaimed.
In a second, I had his arms pinned behind his back in an uncomfortable position. One slight move could break his arm.
"Don't even think about underestimating me," I said, letting go.
He tumbled onto the couch.
"Mother, I do not need a bodyguard," Zach said.
I snorted, "Please, if you couldn't defend yourself from me, how are you going to save yourself from… I don't know, killed?"
His one glare made it all obvious.
This was officially the start of my assignment.