In your face.

* * * * * * *

Tam was halfway across the hall, adorned with another look, her original look. She had successfully set the bait, now all she had to do was sit and watch. If things go as planned as she hoped they would, Evelyn would go down for her. She was aware that after all those missing information and withdrawn clients, someone would notice. She just didn't expect it to be so soon, but all that would be over soon. Thankfully, she already mastered the art of blending in so much that nobody notices her existence. It made the switches way easier, this was just planned A, hopefully, she won't get to accomplish plan B.

* * * * * * *

Evelyn was going through the pictures in amazement when she heard footsteps filling the area where she was. She took cover, realizing immediately that the footsteps were too many and rapid to be baldie.

" Brooke, for goodness sake, what are you doing here? "

Holy shit! Evelyn almost gagged, that was the bastard that fired her. But why did he seclude himself with a lady? As the skillful journalist, she knew she was, she suspected something was off. She wasn't going to snooze on a possible opportunity to get the juice. She silently switched on her camera to capture whatever story was on its way.

* * * * * * * *

Cameron's hands were on his waist as he stared in awe, " Answer the god-damn question! "

" What does it look like? " Brooke launched at him, " I wanted to talk to you. "

" I said we have nothing to talk about. "

" On the contrary, we do. "

Cameron had no choice, he had to hear her out. " Fine, what is it? "

" I miss you, I want us to do something together. "

Cameron's hands were the only thing that protected his laughter from escaping their midst, " Is this a joke? "

Brooke was disappointed, " I'm serious, take me seriously for once. "

" Did you forget the terms of our deal? "

" No__

" I pay you handsomely, the least you can do is what I ask you to. "

" Cameron, " Brooke took a leap of faith by touching his hands, " I know it's hard for you, I don't know your story but I__

Cameron violently knocked her hands from him, " Don't ever touch me again. "

" Cameron__

" You're fired. " He pointed at her with fury in his eyes, " You still have your measly job in the company, but I'm terminating the deal. "

Cameron was almost out of the room but he stopped, Brooke's bizarre laughter was the reason.

" What do you think you're doing? " He asked walking back to her.

" I'm done playing nice with you, you're an asshole. "

" What? "

" A hot, handsome, and rich asshole. "

Cameron was confused, he turned over to his back to confirm if he was who she was referring to.

" I think you forget that I'm a journalist. " Brooke replied.

" The way I see it, you'll be one without a job if these theatrics continue. "

" Do as I say or else, I'll go public. " Her voice was deeper, " You and I know what that would mean for your little playhouse. "

Cameron felt a rush of blood making his way to his head, " You know about the playhouse? "

" Yes, I do. "

His look became more intense, " How on earth did you know? "

" I have my ways. "

Cameron was not willing to let go, " No, tell me how you know. " He took one powerful step closer to her with his fist clenched.

Brooke pulled away, " Slow down soldier, I'm not telling you how I know, I'm not stupid. "

" The playhouse__

" Poor guy, he's a fully grown adult and he hasn't had sex yet. He's afraid of women perhaps? Does he have a disease? a deformity? is he a pervert? serial killer? occultic? " Brooke snapped her fingers, " That is what the tabloids is gonna say when I tell them you paid me to be your girlfriend! "

" Hey, hey, bring down your voice. " Cameron was getting worried, " You don't have to go far. "

" Then journalists would investigate you, they would want to know your story, your background. It won't take them long enough, they'll find your mother... and__

" What do you want? " Cameron had to cut her short before she concluded that dreaded sentence.

" Act like the fucking boyfriend that you are. "

" I can't... I can't be intimate with you Brooke. " Cameron was feeling defeated, he was breaking down, he despised it.

" You don't have to be... right away. Just don't treat me like shit, I text you, and you reply to me. I call you, you pick up your damn phone. "

Cameron struggled to maintain eye contact with her, she has her moment to shine and by the looks of it, she was effectively utilizing hers.

" Fine. "

" And there's a party I was invited to, all my friends are coming with their boyfriends. "

" Shit, " Cameron knew he was doomed.

" We're going, right? " She winked at him.

" Sure. " The word stabbed him as he uttered it.

Brooke felt fulfilled, " That's awesome, I'll text you. " Brooke briskly walked out.

* * * * * * *

Evelyn staggered out of her hiding place once the coast seemed clear. Her phone was held tightly in her trembling hands. What the fuck just happened? she just witnessed the first place movie of a lifetime. She got it all on video, it will only broaden her chances. It was an unfortunate situation, but it's not like she was in a position to give a damn. This discovery would change her fate and she knew just how to actualize it.

Evelyn majestically matched to the office, big smiles on her face as she made her way to the door. Ignoring the fact that Danny and Ingrid were inside, she strolls straight toward Cameron, her eyes fixed on him as he laced a perplexed/bewildered look at her.

* * * * * *

" What the hell are you doing here? " Cameron asked, he was already pissed as it is.

Evelyn boldly took a seat, shocking her onlookers even more, " Excuse me, boss, I'm here to demand my job back, and you WILL give it to me. "