I'm continuing! Thanks to you guys! And my fabulous new beta, pinkgallaghergirl619! Hopefully I'll be able to update more often than I did for my last story! So here's chapter one! I hope you enjoy it!:)

I walked in my office building. Strutting my stuff, knowing everyone was looking at me. I am the Cammie Morgan. I defeated the COC. I was a Gallagher Girl. I have been on countless missions. But, most of all, I was no longer able to be broken. With my four inch pale pink Stilettos, my black as night pencil dress with a pale pink thin belt around my waist, and my hair in a messy, yet sexy, bun sitting on the top of my head, I was unstoppable. I waved at the receptionist, Heather; she is the sweetest girl, and innocent, totally unaware that the top three floors of the building she works in every day was the home to some of the world's best crime fighting citizens. "Good morning Cammie!" she said, always peppy. "Good morning Heather." I said with a smile. See, I never let anyone call me Miss Morgan since Gallagher, except the director, and Ms. Morgan is my mom, so let's not get awkward now.

Since I left Gallagher, I've come to appreciate clothes. So have Bex and Liz. Now, all four of us are little fashionistas, just like Macey wanted all through high school. My closet is over flowing with clothes in any form and fashion. All my workout clothes are Nike, Under Armor, or Victoria's Secret, but tennis shoes are only Nike. I prefer the brightly colored ones, but that's just me. My nights out clothes are any designer you could possibly think of; formal wear is Zac Posen, Marc Jacobs, Calvin Klein, and so many more. As for my work clothes, half the time I don't know what I'm wearing, because we all share clothes, except for Liz, because all of her stuff is almost like a stylish little girl, but it totally works for her, so it's okay. Macey also taught all of us how to do our make-up and hair, seeing as at Gallagher we all tried to go back to sleep while she was explaining every little step when she would make us over in the morning. Now, I know how to curl, straighten, primp, beach wave, normal wave, and braid of every sort. Also, I've learned how to do the perfect smoky eye, and never wear lip liner. And blush, for me doesn't work well, since I have naturally rosy cheeks, and the tendency to blush when I get the least bit embarrassed.

As I'm walking into my floor, I get my morning Caramel Macchiato, in the afternoon I get and Iced Caffe Latte, and when I leave work I get an Iced Caffe Americano. All from the qualified Starbucks stand in the lobby. The barista knows exactly what time I will walk in and which coffee I'm expecting. I have a bit of a coffee fix, which never seems to be satisfied. I have a Keurig at my apartment, and it is the best thing I have ever invested in. I mean, I didn't actually invest in it, but it was the best 180 dollars I have ever spent. But, of course I bought all the special accessories. I have the carousal that holds a lot of the flavors, the carousal tower, the storage dispenser, the iced beverage tumbler, the counter top storage drawer, the stainless steel cup, and well, pretty much everything off the website you can buy. It was expensive, but the CIA pays well, very well.

I live in the most expensive apartment complex, right smack dab in the middle of New York City. I have a pent house, like all of my other co-workers. I have the best furniture money can buy. Some people say I was materialistic, but I'm not, really. I have nothing better to spend my money on. If I was, well, normal and this rich I would travel. But, being a spy I already travel. The trips aren't always enjoyable, but I always have at least one day of relaxation. Usually there is a beach or an awesome place to shop to buy little knick knacks for my apartment. I'm really into art, so if I find an aspiring artist willing to sell their art for very little I usually give them a bit extra then they expected. So my apartment is filled with the cutest things. They're always a conversation starter.

I sit down at my desk and start to check my email. Junk, junk, junk. That is all I see, unless it's from the few friends I've made on missions and such. I also keep in contact with most of my girls from Gallagher. Only Bex, Liz, Macey and I joined the CIA, surprisingly, I mean, everyone got an offer, and I got offers to other places too. A lot of the girls wanted to go see the world, so they joined smaller spy branches that are in foreign countries. We four girls wanted to stay in the United Sates, speak English. Macey was mostly excited about living in New York. I was too, but I didn't really care which state I lived in, as long as I could see my grandparents as much as possible, I still loved going to their farm on holidays. In some ways I am the same girl I was in high school. Actually, now that I think of it, that's pretty much the only similarity to my high school life.

My alarm went off. Twelve thirty, time to eat my straw berry poppy seed salad, and drink my Iced Caffe Latte. As I walk down the hallway to the lobby I can already smell my coffee. After I thank the barista I go down to the lounge and grab my salad out of the fridge. I sit down next to my three best friends. "Well hello Cameron, nice of you to join us, finally." Said Macey in her ever so sarcastic tone. "Hey now, I'm only thirty five minutes late." I said not looking at my watch, we agreed to meet at twelve, but I had work to do. Then, it took five minutes to get down to the lounge. "Whatever you say…" she trailed off with a smile on her face. We continued our lunch talking mindlessly. Enjoying our lives.

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