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20 Hours Before.

Miley twirled her brown hair around her finger staring dejectedly at the computer screen. The worst part about a mission was the researching part; it was especially difficult for her. She skimmed across the screen, looking for SOME information about the gazillionaire, Calvin Hanley, one of the leading candidates of the Presidential Race. His main opponent was Paul Grey, the billionaire and the father of superstar Nick Grey. The CIA had a hunch that Hanley was going to sabotage Grey and force him out of the campaign. So the CIA had sent agents to follow the Grey's, just in case anything strange happened. They had sent Miley, the youngest agent in the organization, to follow Nick, thinking she would blend right in with all his fans.

I rang up Lily, one of my closest friends and fellow CIA agent. Lily wasn't the best in the field, but she was always my go-to techie.

"Hello?" Lily said groggily.

"Hey Lils, I was wondering if you look up something for me." I replied.

"Miley? Are you nuts? It's 3 A.M!" she whisper-yelled.

"Well, fine, I was just trying to include my best friend in my first mission. But since…" I didn't get to finish because Lily cut me off by groaning, "Fine, I'll help you, but next time you'd better watch it."

"Great! So, tell me anything you can about Calvin Hanley." I said

"Hold on, I haven't got my computer yet, I work slower in the night." She yawned, "Ok, Calvin Hanley. Hm… he has 4 daughters 3 ex-wives and 1 dog, named Hansen. What a weird name for a dog. Miles, that's about all I can find."

"Thanks Lily." I yawned, "Er.. bye." Lily had already hung up.

Present

I finally inched my way onto a hotel balcony, after making sure that it was empty, I picked the lock and slipped in. When I had taken off my jacket and hidden my supplies I walked out of the room putting the Do Not Disturb sign on the door-knob jamming my dress in the door during the process. After carefully pulling my dress out of the door I walked towards the ballroom where the big Gala was happening. Everyone in politics was supposed to be there, even the Greys and Hanleys, which meant I had to be their. It was true; the huge ballroom did look like everyone on Capitol Hill had been shoved in there. I slipped past the guards at the entrance easily with the fake invitation the CIA had provided me, and went to stand in a corner. Nick was talking to what seemed like the only people under 30 in the room other then me, the 4 Hanley girls and two other boys all about my age. I made a mental note to keep an eye on the girls, just in case. I made my way closer to the group, not close enough that they would notice me, but that I could still see and hear them. I was disgusted by those girls they were throwing themselves at him! The tallest of the Hanley girls whispered in Nick's ear and a huge grin appeared on his face, I almost gagged then. Why did I even agree to this? I asked myself in my head. Apparently I'd said this out loud and an old, wrinkly man asked, " Why did you agree to what, darling?" Oh, geez.

Nick's P.O.V

These girl's were interesting... obviously Kevin and Joe, my friends, thought so too. A lady in a pant suit came over to speak with the girls, "Ladies, your father would like to speak with you." The foursome excused themselves, but before leaving, the tallest one leaned over my shoulder and whispered, "Hey, mind giving me your number?"

I grinned, this was getting too easy," Sure." I jotted down my number on a nearby napkin and slipped it into her hand.

"Thanks" she whispered and flashed a smile.

A/N: Hopefully you liked it. I'm sad. No reviews? At all. :( Please? Just one. (or more) Pretty Please?Hehe.

-toastyenchilada