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Tonight was going to be a blast. Every time I turned my head, different languages from every country were ringing through the room. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought I was at some million dollar international ball. The people I knew were acting so different from their real selves. Take Grant for example. Poor guy had to be an infamous playboy who owed a great deal of money to the Russian mob. He was hilarious to watch, especially when he had to hide from anyone Russian.

My legend said that I had to be the personable Anthony Petrov who could charm his way into anything. I worked alone and could easily manipulate any situation. Anthony Petrov was two-faced. One of his famous faces was charming and debonair. But the other one I liked much better. Anthony Petrov was… the bad boy. Yes!

I scanned the party, feeling myself become Anthony. I strolled over to Liz who was muttering her legend to herself. "I'm Maggie McBrayer. I'm a vegetarian--" That girl had a photographic memory and she was worried about forgetting! I swear, she's the female Jonas. Scary.

"Excuse me, miss," I greeted politely as I bowed ever so slightly. She raised an eyebrow at me and I returned that with a crooked grin. "Would you like to dance?" Liz, a.k.a. Maggie, giggled and took my hand.

"I'm Maggie McBrayer," she introduced herself. "I have two sisters. I--" I ignored her and twirled her around, laughing all the while. At the same time though, I saw Mr. Solomon ask people questions that I knew had nothing to do with liking the party so I scanned the crowd. Even though this was a party, I could not forget my mission.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cammie doing the fox-trot with Dr. Steve. Talk about hilarious! I waltzed closer to them and heard Dr. Steve say, "Excellent, Ms. Morgan… I mean, Ms. St. James." Now I knew part of Cammie's legend. Then I began laughing as Liz listed everything off of her legend, "And I was named after my grandmother… And I'm a Gemini… and a vegetarian…and…" My eyes locked onto Cammie before I laughed again. Liz with her legend and Cammie dancing with Steve completely fulfilled the night's funniness. Anthony was having the time of his life.

"Thank you, Maggie, for this dance," I yelled through the music and let her go running off to Jonas. Then I went to find another partner and I swear, I danced with practically everyone there (fyi it's a small school), even the First Lady of France (a.k.a. Cammie's mother).

"It was a pleasure dancing with you," I said to Cammie's mom when the music stopped. It was remarkable how much Cammie resembled her mother by the way. "Do you know this one lady named Ms. St. James?"

"Tiffany you mean?" Mrs. Morgan said, winking. "Yes, she's right over there." She gestured elegantly like any First Lady would to where Cammie and Mr. Mosckowitz stood.

I wanted to run over there but I knew Anthony would take his time so I picked up two glasses along the way. That would have to be a good enough excuse to barge into their talk. I strolled over, hearing part of the conversation. "So tell me, Tiffany, are you enjoying the party?"

"Tiffany is the life of the party," I couldn't help but chime in. "Excuse me, Mr. Secretary." I offered him a drink. Mr. Mosckowitz twirled his mustache with uncertainty before he pulled it off.

"Oh yes. It is!" He exclaimed as he took the glass. I saw him lean into Cammie and whisper, "It is my drink, isn't is?"

"Yes," came her muffled reply.

"Thank you, my good man," he said. Hear that? I'm good. And whoa. Mr. Mosckowitz suddenly became British. I'll give it to him for trying. "Good show!"

Then I saw Cammie look past me and stand up straighter. The smallest bit of anxiety crept into the shadows of her face. I wanted to turn around to see what the problem was but I couldn't because Mr. Mosckowitz then asked her, "Isn't that right, Tiffany?" No answer. Something must be bothering her. That was my cue to step in (again).

"I wonder, Mr. Secretary," I said, "would you mind if I borrowed Tiffany for a moment?" That seemed to get her attention from whatever was distracting her.

"Not at all," he answered back but I knew his words were the opposite of what Cammie felt. What did I do to make her hate me so much? Ok, I have to admit I've been a tad… annoying, but she has no idea what she does to me. Everything about her was just so interesting. Yes, that's what a spy says when they can't find the perfect word.

"They're playing our song," I said and put my drink on a passing tray. Then I took her arm and pulled her reluctant being onto the floor.

I was at least a head taller than her. As I observed this, I put my hand onto her back, taking in everything about her: her hair, her dress, her perfume, her beautiful eyes. Crap. What was this girl doing to me? My heart drummed even louder as we danced past Mr. Mosckowitz. Being a spy, I couldn't help but here him say, "You know the undersecretary is really directly under… the secretary. So really I'm just like the secretary, but…"

"Under?" Anny helped him. Mr. Mosckowitz smiled, completely missing the point. But I didn't care. All Anthony care about was Tiffany in his arms.

"So tell me, Tiffany St. James," I said, voicing her legend loud and clear. "What does a girl like you do for fun?"

"I didn't tell you my name was Tiffany St. James. How did you know?" Smart girl. But not smart enough for me.

"Oh," I said, playing my legend to its fullest. "I always make it a point to know the names of"--I cinched her tighter-- "beautiful women."

And then I dipped her, glad I was strong enough not to drop her (I'm not implying she was heavy or anything like that... because she wasn't). And then I winked.

"Come on, Gallagher Girl"--I spun her out and then back in, trying to get her to relax--"relax a little." I saw Madame Dabney smile and mark something on her clip board. Even if Cammie wasn't warming up to me, she'll hate me less for helping her get a good grade. Right?

But then Cammie stopped relaxing. If anything, she got even tenser. I couldn't be doing this. Right? Maybe it was the thing that was bothering her earlier because I was trying to be nice today. I mean, Anthony was.

"Hey." We stopped dancing and I shook her slightly. I allowed my legend to slide away for a few precious seconds. I didn't even care if that was a dangerous thing for a spy to do. I was too concerned for her. "Gallagher Girl? You okay?" I had no idea what her expression meant. Even though I studied her so much, this face was a complete mystery to me. Then her face turned the slightest pink as she pulled away.

***

I refused to let go. I stared into her eyes, willing her to tell me what was wrong. "I gotta go!" She blurted out and tugged harder.

"Ms. Morgan!" Madame Dabney warned as she walked by. Didn't this woman understand there was something up with Cammie?

"I mean," she turned back to me, "if you could excuse me for a moment." Like leaving in a polite way makes it better. I grabbed her hand before she could make a run for it. "Thank you very much for the dance," she said and pulled away for the third time that evening.

I watched her leave, trying to make sense of it all. Did I do something? I thought I was being nice today. Was it something with Jimmy? The spring fling thing was today and maybe she wanted to go to it. My stomach clenched with jealousy but I reminded myself that my feelings didn't matter right now. Did she get into a fight with her friends? Was there family problems? Maybe her dad? I could relate to that. But why would she get upset about that tonight of all nights? If there was something I wasn't good at, it was understanding Cameron Morgan.

I continued to see her running into all these people who were refusing to let her leave. Then I saw her finally slip into the hallway. I instantly started after her, even though I had absolutely no idea where she was heading. I could be wandering the school all night and never find her. But I was a quick thinker. She was probably heading toward that tapestry. There had to be a secret passageway behind that.I knew there had to be. Why else would she find it comforting? I mean, it's the perfect escape from some overwhelming spy business.

I power walked to the tapestry and finding no one, I leaned back onto the wall, waiting. That's when I heard the faint heels on the floor come closer until it revealed Cammie Morgan. We stood there, staring at each other. I had no idea what to say! Crap. We were alone too. How was I going to comfort her? "Hey, Gallagher Girl, I thought I'd find you here."

She didn't like that-- at all. Her hand was held tightly on her waist. Man, will I ever say anything right?

"What are you doing here?" she breathed.

"Looking for you."

"Why?" she asked curtly. Because you look upset. Because I'm worried about you. Because I want to be there for you. Because I really care about you. Of course, I couldn't get myself to say that so I simply answered, "Because you came here the other day."

"Oh," she said, not really understanding. Trust me when I say I didn't understand either.

"I thought this might be where you come… when you're upset," I explained awkwardly. I'm not so good at this kind of thing. Comforting people, I mean. I put my hands in my pocket, not wanting to intimidate her, even though no matter what I do, she tenses up even more. Something weird crossed over her face and her features softened the teensiest bit. I cocked my head. "So what is it, Gallagher Girl?" She relaxed and reached up to touch the wall.

But I didn't get any answer from her. Instead I got a mechanical voice saying, "CODE BLACK. CODE BLACK. CODE BLACK."

I was so close to getting her to open up to me. But the lights going out ruined that.

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