Undercover || completed

Epilogue

Payton woke up the next morning in a king.sized bed with her arms cushioned by a set of blue silk sheets. This wasn't her bedroom, and she didn't like the way her head was pounding.

The lack of control bothered Payton to some extent as she climbed out of the unfamiliar bed. She tiptoed her way across the mansion after layering herself with her "slutty" clothing.

Payton was going to run. Again. No more small town California, or big shot celebrity. Payton wanted to be normal for once. She didn't want a tarnished reputation carving the path for the rest of her life.

No matter what, Payton was going to get another alias. And she would start over. As a new person.

Or maybe Payton wasn't thinking rationally. Maybe the obvious surplus of alcohol she drank the previous night hadn't washed away.

The girl didn't know what to think anymore. Payton wasn't just some picture on a computer screen for people to judge based on looks. She was a complex person with multiple traits.

At least, that's what she was trying to convince herself of as she ran out of the big home.She took her phone out and saw many missed calls from her agent, and Asher.

Out of a fit of rage, she blocked both of their stupid numbers. Payton Miller was through with them.

The angered woman, only then, realized that no one knew where she was, or that she knew of how people really perceive her.

Payton unblocked their number. She called Dave, and changed the call to a three-way with Asher too. It probably wasn't the best idea to call them with an irate mindset, but she couldn't care less about statistics. Instead, she wanted an explanation. Why would Dave lie to her? And why would she become such a hit if it was only because of physical appearance.

There were many people hotter and sexier than Payton. Yes, she was both of those, but she wasn't going to be Miss Universe anytime soon. There had to be a better explanation.

"Payton, baby, how are you?" Dave asked after immediately answering the call.

She rolled her eyes and spoke in her best voice, " I'm perfectly fine, you know, other than the fact that I'm apparently super slutty and can't sing to save me. I bet you already knew that though, Dave and Asher. I want an explanation or I WILL ruin you and your minuscule talent agency"

"It's nothing personal, babe. It was more of a favor. One you could pay me back with a little something extra in the future. I help you, and you owe me. Honestly, I don't understand why you're such a big hit in America, but you are. So that's why I decided to keep you. Until I realized you have no skill whatsoever," Dave laughed.

"I don't believe you, Dave."

"Ok, fine. I don't have the funds to support you and your tours. The public isn't as interested in you as it was two years ago. Apparently, now, Asher is in the spotlight. So congrats Payton, you don't have to act all undercover anymore because I let your secret out. You're not needed at the agency anymore."

Payton didn't pay attention to a single word after realizing her career was over. No more apartments in New York or world tours. Kiera Mead was dead to the world. And she was dead to Payton Miller as well.

She drove home in her luxury car. She gave her brother a big hug. She told her family she loved them. And then, she told them that she was over. She was done with all the drama.

Payton lost her passion, and she definitely didn't gain ANYTHING from the past few years of her life except money, but she was strangely content now.

She looked down at her phone that still contained many texts from Asher and ignored them.

Payton didn't need them. She needed herself.