Unrewarded

[8]Her Role on the Team

Sitting at the table on the patio, Cam sipped from her coffee watching the entrance to Tressler's building carefully. In and out everyday people went completely oblivious to what type of endurance they were buying.

It was a scam, they were just to kind to see it.

Finally, her two hours of sipping coffee had paid off. Just like the previous days before, Tresslor's car pulled up at 7:48 in the morning, he exited the same time. Then, entered his lobby by 7:49. 11 minutes before he was scheduled to be there.

By 11:25 every day he would leave for lunch and eat at his favorite deli at the end of the street. She would be there.

He would return back to work until 3 where his driver would pick him up. She would be there.

He would go to his charity events until about 8 pm and she would be there. Then he would return home.

Cam had his schedule down to a Tee.

Now, just like her schedule, Cam tiredly walked herself home. It was nearing one in the morning so the actual chances of someone being awake back at the horseman's new penthouse was slim to none. Tomorrow, she started tailing Tressler at six am sharp. It was a tiring and long process, but it was something that needed to be done, and by her and not the other horseman. She needed to know just who Tressler was better than he knew himself.

With a sigh, Cam entered the elevator to the loft and closed her eyes leaning against the wall against her back.

The whole team got to worry about their looks, their performance, none of them had to think like she did. They didn't have to plan like she did.

Cam was the brains behind this operation, and it was starting to wear her out. They only had three days left until the show. Thankfully, he already accepted his invitation, Cam just had to find tune the show to his liking.

The elevator stopped on their loft thanks to her code.

So, stepping into the dark entrance, she sighed tossing her backpack onto the counter and flipping on the light switch. Like always, the lamps illuminated the room softly.

Everything felt normal, just like it did every night; and just like every night- there was a plate sitting in the fridge for her. Jack had a way of helping her out any way that he could. He would ask her to tag along, to go with, to be with her but- the more people that were with her the bigger the chance of being spotted.

It would soon come to an end though, and hopefully- the eye would accept them for who they were.

Cam however, knew her fate.

Digging into the Alfredo they made for the night, Cam slowly put fork full after fork full into her mouth. Of course she would prefer a freshly cooked meal, but this would do for now. It was no reason to complain, not in her life. A little cold pasta never really hurt anyone.

After eating, she scrapped off what was left over, rinsed off the residue on the plate, put it into the dishwasher, then started the cycle so it would be done by morning.

Then, grabbing her backpack off of the counter, Cam swung it over her shoulders and grabbed the files from the closest book shelf as well.

It was going to be a long night, all of them were going to be a long night considering the date of the show was closing in fast.

So, she started on the table, had all of her blueprints laid out, markers tracing one another's lines from one paper to the other. Plans, their speeches, facts about Tresslor worked their way from one end of the dining table to the other, onto the floor, across the living room, towards the kitchen, and around her in a complete circle. When her mind began to work, it would work tirelessly until she finally, got the answer that she was looking for.