I twirled Liz – I mean Maggie – around, holding back an eye roll. It didn't take a good operative to know that she had absolutely no experience in the covert fields. So I just laughed and kept on dancing, not needing to glance behind me to see Cammie dancing (yet again) with Dr Steve.

Despite the fact that I knew exactly what job field he was in, it didn't bother me. Steve was what I would call...One of the more inexperienced of operatives.

"And I was named after my grandmother... And I'm a Gemini...and a vegetarian...and..." I twirled her again to stop her from talking and save her the oxygen she seemed to need, judging by her red face.

We danced past the eighth graders and I smirked when I saw McHenry give the more daring one the evil eye.

"And my favourite food is cheese...I have three dogs called—"

"Know what? I'm going to go get a drink," I interrupted. I raised her hand to my lips, not kissing it, but playing the part of the charming and debonair fellow I was supposed to be. "Till next time?"

She flushed and fast-walked away and I grinned to myself. Charming and debonair.

Dodging the couples dancing around me like missiles, I made my way to the punch bowl where Mr Mosckowitz was grilling Cammie – I mean Tiffany – and twirling his (obviously) fake moustache.

"—Mr Secretary. I did." Cammie nodded her head along, playing the part of the good little intern she was supposed to be.

"So tell me, Tiffany, are you enjoying the party."

Just as I grabbed two drinks of miscellaneous liquid, I piped in. "Tiffany is the life if the party," which, unsurprisingly, was yet another lie I had to tell this evening.

I held up a cup of the red liquid and handed it to Mr Secretary, saying, "Excuse me, Mr Secretary, but I believe this is your drink." Another lie – or professional guess – I really had no idea what his drink was.

I never missed what he whispered to St. James, and I chose to ignore what she whispered back.

And suddenly, he was British. He grabbed my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Thank you, my good man," he jeered. And just for all clichés that is England, he added, "Good show!"

The next thing I knew, he was chattering away about how inconsiderate people treated him. After all, "the under-secretary is just like a secretary, but under."

He turned to a distant-looking Cameron Morgan. "Isn't that right, Tiffany?" he asked, looking for the confirmation she would have normally gave; if, of course, she was listening.

Deciding to be a good little spy boy, I saved her. "I wonder Mr Secretary," turning my gaze to him, "would you mind if I borrowed Tiffany for a moment?"

I never missed the sly wink he sent me. "Not at all!" and then he was scampering off, his moustache flailing.

"They're playing our song," I made up, smoothly taking her hand and leading her to the centre of the dance floor. The smirk I was holding back threatened to break out on my face. I could tell Cammie most certainly did not want to dance with me, but she had to. And that little fact made my grin a little more genuine.

I looped my arm around her waist and took her left hand in mine. "So tell me, Tiffany St. James." I sent her a cocky smile. "What does a girl like you do for fun?" I asked flirtily, eager to see how she'd react.

Surprisingly, she answered with a, "I didn't tell you my name was Tiffany St. James." She glanced up at me and I saw how she expected to catch me out. "How did you know?"

I cocked my eyebrow at her devilishly. "Oh?" Good one, Gallagher Girl, but not good enough. "I always make it a point to know the names of." I pulled her in tighter. "Beautiful women," I finished, dipping her and letting the smirk I had been so badly holding in show on my face.

She froze and I rolled my eyes. "Come on Gallagher Girl, relax a little." When she tensed even more and her eyes darted around the room, I grew curious. I so badly wanted to check my surroundings, to see if there were any loose members of the COC dotted around, but I couldn't lose my cover. I just needed her confirmation. "Gallagher Girl, are you okay?" I asked, searching her eyes.

But she didn't answer. And at that moment, I knew something must be very, very wrong.