"You're fired." Zach said.

Zach's agent narrowed her eyes and lit her cigarette, but she didn't say anything, she just sucked in a deep draw of the cigarette and exhaled the smoke.

Zach said nothing more; he turned to the entrance of the theater, leading me by the hand. Numerous people tried to stop him to chat, but Zach made them walk and talk because he didn't pause for anyone. Inside, the lobby was almost as loud, with everyone excited to see the film.

Zach stopped walking and pulled me close, "When we were in your house, at school, I knew."

I ignored him, shocked at what he just did. "You just fired your agent."

Zach rolled his shoulder. "Yeah." His eyes looked pasted me then he turned back to me. "I shouldn't have watched you run back into your room and force me out the door. I should have followed you."

A studio executive pushed his way between Zach and I and shook Zach's hand. "Looking forward to the film."

"Thanks," Zach said, and then the man moved on.

"What does that mean? You knew?" I asked.

The assistant director interrupted us next, he looked as tense as he did on set, after shaking Zach's hand he offered me a handshake. I awkwardly shook his hand with my left hand because Zach still refused to let go of my right hand.

The assistant director said, "Evening. You two excited to see the final cut?"

"Absolutely," I said. Zach gave a small nod.

"Great! You're going to love it."

A woman wearing a suit joined, saying something about high pre-sale ticket records. The greetings weren't going to stop coming. The premiere was an impossible place for a conversation that should be private.

Zach headed from the lobby to the entrance of the auditorium. "Zachary Goode, plus one." He said to the usher. The theater was a large typical stadium style movie theater, the air even had a faint popcorn-lives-here smell. Th bright wall scones lit the darkness so people could find their seats. The user led us to the middle section.

"Thank you." I said to the usher.

"I drove by the condo I heard you were going to be staying at, hoping you would be in town with your parents for the premiere, but you weren't there and your dad wouldn't give me any details."

"He's protective."

"I missed you," Zach said, keeping his voice low, "I know I screwed up."

"You know, I get it. So many people used you all summer, in so many ways. That's your Hollywood life. How could you not, how could you –" Zach cut me off with a kiss. It felt so familiar and exciting, but it was almost annoying he held the power to shut off my thoughts.

I pulled back, Zach laid his free hand against my face. "I wanted to call you and talk to you when you were at school. Congratulating you on your early summer program and how you were doing with the fall semester."

I took in a deep breath, I want to know what really is going on, "Did you find out who did the press leaks?"

"Tina, my driver, my agent too."

I gaped at him, "All of them?"

Zach nodded as he said, "It's why it never made sense before, because it was all these random locations and you were the only one who knew them all."

I looked away from him, staring at the floor, amazed I didn't see any left-over popcorn pieces. "How do you stand Hollywood? How can you work with these people again?"

"Tina has her own agenda, but she isn't hateful." His expression was hard, "I'm going to have to hire my own driver and buy a car, no more using a service or even letting my sorry excuse for an agent book it."

"And the pills?"

"I don't know how drugged the drink, maybe Ashley upon Tina's request, maybe someone else. I don't know, but what I do know is that it wasn't you."

"It wasn't me."

Zach used his fingertips to tilt my head to look into his eyes, he gave me a sincere expression, "I know. I am so sorry. I am sorry I doubted you before." He gave me a quick kiss.

Even though I finally got my apology, I am still hurt, he tarnished the trust I thought we had.

People starting filtering into the theater, many stopping to offer comments and congratulations to Zach. The noise level grew until the director moved onto the floor in front of the screen, he leaned into the railing and spoke into a microphone. "Thank you all for coming. This project has been a labor of love for the cast and crew, without them we wouldn't be here tonight. So, without further ado, enjoy the film."

The lights darkened and I started to smile, I was honestly excited to see the final product. Zach squeezed my hand as the movie came on.

Wow. Halfway through the movie I dropped Zach's hand and wrapped my arms around myself. The director had used all of my scenes, but he replayed the steamy bed scene the most. Throughout the film, images of me in bed with Zach flashed through the hero's mind, the death scene repeated as well. However, the bed scene definitely made the most appearances. I rubbed a hand over my face, half covering my eyes.

Leaving the auditorium, in between chats with people stopping us, Zach turned to me and asked, "Why are you so upset?"

I turned my face to him and whispered, "The director shot when I didn't know he was rolling."

"Well, that's not a bad way to get a natural take."

"And the bed. We're rolling around on that bed, uh a really long time, he put it in the film." My face could not flush any deeper.

"You looked hot, you're beautiful Cam."

"Zach! My dad is in the audience." My voice raised on the last word.

Zach sucked in a breath, "Ah, maybe too hot then."

I turned my face into his arm with a groan, "Yes, definitely too hot."

His hand rubbed my back, "It was a good film though, right? I don't always get to say that."

I didn't answer and didn't explain the part that shocked the most. The depth of emotions I had seen on the screen didn't come from any hidden talent I had; I wasn't an actor. As much as I lied to myself, it had just been feelings for Zach, right there in high definition. I was in love with Zachary Goode.

In somewhat of a daze, I exited the theater along the side of the auditorium, the red carpet was still out, but the roped off fan area had cleared.

Powder appeared and hugged me, "You were so good!"

I got out of my own thoughts and answered her, "Thanks, your makeup was stunning. I admit I didn't fully appreciate your art until your work was blown up on screen."

Powder laughed, "Yep, there's nothing better than seventy feet of screen to highlight your mistakes."

Tina, Andrew and the wave of their clashing colognes joined us, Ashley came over soon after, arms swinging.

Andrew did a small jog and the tassels of his shoes shook, "He saw it! He loved it!"

"Harlon?"

Andrew's voice took a singsong tine and his face held a glow, "Harlon Ramonannini saw my revision and loved it."

"Cool."

Tina did one of her poses from the movie, "My wardrobe was fantastic too, did you see how great I looked? In every scene, it was amazing."

Ashley nodded in agreement, "Amazing."

"It was so intense; I was keyed up last night I could barely sleep. I really don't know how I kept from looking hideous tonight. I had to put on so much makeup because of the shadows."

Zach pulled me in front of him and draped his arms around me, I leaned against him.

Andrew eyed out embrace, with surprise, "Cammie, I thought you were dating Garrett."

"I never went out with Garrett."

"That's what I thought but Ashley was so insistent." Andrew put his hands on his hips and pouted at Ashley, "Guess my source wasn't as good as I thought."

Tina said, "Ashley is a great assistant, but her scoop is always off. Mine, however, is great, I mean when I see something get the story right. Like with Emily, I knew she was drinking, and I told everyone on set she was. But Ashley was like 'Poor Emily, must have been drugged.' Please. I know Emily, I've worked with her before, so I know. I was all like 'I don't think so' and Ashley was like 'no really.' You remember that, Ashley, right? How wrong you were and how I was right?"

Ashely shifted her eyes from left to right then looked up, "I don't know who said that, but you're right, she was drinking."

"I know," Tina said, "You should listen to me. Emily and I are frenemies. I was telling Teen-In Magazine, I'm in the know."

Zach's tensed around me, "What a stupid misunderstanding," he whispered in my ear.

I turned my gaze up to his and his blue eyes pleaded with me, I put my hand over his and squeezed.

Over Zach's shoulder, a group of well-dressed executives stood with mom and Dad, Dad was dead center in their midst, he worse a dark frown. I gulped as his gaze met mine and he started to walk over to me.

I ducked out from under Zach's embrace, stepping away. Dad took my arm and pulled me another step back. He wore a polite smile but his eyes were icy mixed with fury. "If you'll excuse me, I need to speak to my daughter."

Ashley gasped, "Cammie is your daughter?" she looked at me, "Why didn't you tell us your dad was Mr. Morgan?" Ashley's gaze swung back to my dad, "I was just telling Cammie hoe great she was."

"Hurry back, Cammie!" Tina said, "So we can catch up, I have some notes I can give you on your performance. I've been doing this a long time and can help you out."

Andrew piped in, "We've got to get together again soon!"

Dad barely gave any of them a nod, he cupped my elbow in an unshakeable grip and walked us over to the side of the building. His voice was low and came out slow and angry, "What the hell were you doing all summer?"

Zach followed dad and I, his arms crossed against his chest. Dad barely spared Zach a glance. "You need to get back to your promoting and stop hanging around Gallagher."

Zach said, "I can give Cam a lift back to your house condo. We can talk about this there."

"Stay out of it." Dad's eyebrows rose and this voice thinned.

I stepped between them in an attempt to calm things down. "I just helped out when Emily didn't show up. I wore extensions. You can't even really tell it was me." My voice dwindled on the last of my words. I didn't believe what I was saying so it was hard to sell.

"Really?" Dad said. "You think so? You think the kids at your college won't find out? You realize how you could easily have ruined your cover and being secretive in the spy world? You think a guy is going to treat you with respect after seeing that? That bed scene?"

Zach stepped close, "She was acting. We hadn't been dating that long when we shot that."

Oh shit. My eyes winded and I shook my head at Zach. Uh now was not the time go to there.

"Dating?!" Dad turned to me. "Are you kidding me? He doesn't get some free pass for being a spy, he's an actor. He's not even in school. What are you thinking?!"

Zach's eyes glittered under his frown, "Didn't you know we were together?"

Dad looked confused, annoyed, and angry. "Is this because I let him stay with us for a few weeks? Is this because his dad works at Gallagher? Is this because mom and I are always busy and not home much? Boys wouldn't try that shit if they knew that I could kill them with the nearest object I could reach for. You know better than to date anyone while in your hardest years yet for spy training and college."

I was so surprised, and my eyes were so wide I don't know how they're still in my head. I didn't know what to say.

The director joined them, so Dad redirected his anger and whatever else he was about to say was replaced with, "What the hell, Russ?"

The director held up his hands, "Now I know, I know, we ended up using a lot of her work in the finished film. But you've got to admit the shots look great."

"My daughter's going to college for a reason. Not to me an actress. She's going for business and interior design. I arranged for her to work with the set designers and she said she could help with other tasks if needed. If needed, Russ, I didn't say shit about her being on film." Dad jabbed a hand at the movie poster.

"Really?" I felt my shoulders relax some, that was so thoughtful, he arranged for me to work with the architect. "I would have loved to work with the architect."

That seemed to make dad angrier, "Then why didn't you tell me you weren't?"

I shrugged, I didn't know I was supposed to be working with an architect, so why tell Dad I wasn't? "I didn't see you that much and I didn't know I was supposed to."

Dad pressed his lips together, "I had some movie meetings to go to and some other recreational trips to take care of some business." I guess that was his way of saying spy jobs. "So maybe I stayed away a bit too much this summer. You know how I feel about you dating anyone in the Hollywood world." Dad then glared at the director.

The director held a hand up, "I'm surprised that you haven't taken Cammie with you to the press- "

Dad's lips all but disappeared and his jaw tensed, he jabbed a finger in a different direction and the director followed. They walked a few steps away and Dad said, "You're not mentioning Cammie to any of the press. Because I'm not and I have a bigger name than you and she's my daughter."

"They're here now," the director said, "The cameras are on us now."

"Not one word."

I could no longer over hear them, but the head shaking and body stance between the two of them looked adversarial.

The ground trembled.