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CHAPTER 3 Courtney came home after meeting Cole. She thought about taking off the body suit but decided to leave it on. She started reading the file Cole gave her about the case. It had all the info on Lyla Jackson, the supermodel. She is 21 years old and already the most successful and highest earning fashion model. She's extremely gorgeous with her long wavy blond hair, slim and curvaceous body to die for. The file said that she was attacked around midnight at her house last month. Lyla apparently made a 911 call while she was attacked. She was later found by the police. Extreme head injury had resulted in her going into coma. Why didn't the killer finish her off? May be he thought she was dead. How did Lyla get herself involved in something like this? Courtney's mind began filling up with questions. But the most important question was should she accept the case? Lyla really did have a hot body. She'd love to make a body suit out of her. But was it worth all the danger that came with it? Lyla Jackson was a public figure. She'd be scruitinzed all the time and not to mention the killer would come after her seeing that Lyla was out of the coma. She searched the internet about Lyla Jackson. The news didn't say anything about the attack. Apparently the FBI is keeping it as a secret. As she was reading the rest of the file, her phone rang. It was from John. "Hello," she said. "Ms. Price, it's John." "Yes, John." "I don't know what you did, but Jack Rickards has backed off. He reinstated my promotion and freed Emily from her bond. Thank you so much." "I'm glad to hear that. You should thank Max too. It was him who asked me to help out." "Of course, I will. Thanks again," he said. He told her that if she ever needed her help in anyway he would help her out. Courtney said it was okay and thanked him and ended the call. She knew Jack would come to his senses. She checked her account and found that he had deposited the money. Something good came out of this. She hoped that Jack would never go after any other woman. She came back to the case. She read about the other other people in Lyla's life. It didn't have any pictures of them. Cole must've given only few details of the case file. There was her boyfriend Dan Morris, son of Brian Morris the billionaire business tycoon. Her dad James Jackson, her agent Juliet Marks and Lyla's personal assistant Ivy Sullivan. Looking at that name, she remembered the girl she met yesterday in the elevator. Ivy was her name. She couldn't possibly by the same girl as Ivy Sullivan in the case. There are many Ivys in the city. She didn't believe at love at first sight but Courtney liked her. There was something intriguing about her. Where was she now? she thought. She wanted to find out more about her. She remembered Ivy made a call from her phone. On an impulse she opened her laptop and began searching the internet excitedly. All she had was a number. She didn't find much in the internet. She decided to hack the phone records and directories. After searching her half an hour she found the owner of the number. It was registered to a man named Matthew Sullivan. Courtney frowned a little. That was a weird coincidence. Lyla's personal assistant's last name was Sullivan. She digged a little deeper about Matthew Sullivan. After sometime she found his family members, mother Janet Sullivan and their daughter Ivy Sullivan and a son Jake Sullivan. Courtney raised her eyebrows seeing her photo. It was the same. The Ivy she met yesterday in the elevator and Lyla's personal assistant were the same person. That was one hell of a coincidence. Courtney couldn't believe it. Unitl now she was unsure about working on this case. She had thought of rejecting it. But now not so much. Courtney's decision to work on this case had strengthened. She called Cole. "So, what have you decided?" he asked. "I accept. We need to talk. Meet me tomorrow at the same diner in the evening 5 PM," she said. "That's fine. Will you still be Courtney?" She laughed and said, "Yes." "Okay," he said. After ending the call, she hoped she knew what she was doing. This case was going to be harder than all the cases she worked on till now. * * * "So, what changed your mind?" Cole asked Courtney when they met next day at the diner. Courtney wore a black jacket over her red t-shirt and jeans. Her reddish brown hair tied into a ponytail. "When do we start?" she asked. "Straigh to the point. Alright then. The press will be released a story that you had head injury and might have temporary amnesia. Everyone will be told the same story." "You know the attacker will come for Lyla," Courtney said. "Yeah. Her attacker won't come for you once he knows this. He's gonna take his time and wait for the oppurtunity. When he does I'll catch him." "You said Lyla knew something that got her killed. What is it?" "I think it might be something related to the killer. You need to find it." "Where is it?" "I don't know." "Then how the hell am I supposed to find it?" "That's why I need your help. You're better suited for this kind of cases. You need to take her place and find that info." "Fine. I'll do it. But what happens when the real Lyla wakes up when I take her place." "Then I'll explain everything to her and that she has to stay low for sometime." Courtney nodded. "Okay. And one last thing. I'm gonna need Lyla's body scan for you know, the suit." Cole smiled. He removed something from his pocket and placed it on the table infront of her. It looked like a small rectangular object, similar to pen drive but just a little larger. Courtney raised her eyerbow. "You knew I'd accept the case." "Of course." Courtney took the body scanner and tucked it away in her jacket. "How did you scan Lyla?" she asked narrowing her eyes. "Even though she's in a coma, the nurses clean her body in the hospital. I had the nurse scan Lyla after I gave the nurse a lot of money." "Hmmm," she said. "I always wanted to ask. It doesn't have her nude videos doesn't it." "No, it doesn't. Even though it does scan the body of the person, it doesn't store the video. It converts it into raw data which is used to make the suit." "Wow, that's one hell of a tech. Where'd you get that anyway?" "That's a secret, Cole. Now when am I going to switch." "After 5 days. In the mean time you need to learn all about Lyla Jackson. Her family members, friends, how she talks with them, her behavior everything. Take this," he said and kept a paper bag. "It has her videos from her interviews and her photo shoots. You can use them to learn about her." "Don't worry, I'll take care of that," she took the paper bag and left the diner. She had a lot of work to do. After reaching home Courtney went to her basement and plugged in the scanner to her computer. Time to make a new body she thought. After a few clicks and typing, the words "Enter the name of the Body Suit" showed up on the screen. She typed "Lyla." "Do you want the face mask attached to the suit?" it asked. She thought for a moment. Her Courtney mask was attached to the suit. She thought it might be best to make the face mask separate from the suit since it would be easy for this mission. She pressed 'No'. "Commence building Lyla's Body Suit?" showed up on the screen. She pressed 'Yes'. The process began. In the other side of the room, there was a large rectangular box which began to make noise. The screen showed that the suit would be completed in one hour and fifteen minutes with a progress bar. She had some time to kill now. It was time to get out of the suit. She got up and went to the mirror. "You had a lot of fun last few days, Courtney. I'm afraid it's time for you to go," she said removing her clothes. She loosened her ponytailed hair and shook her head as her hair fell around her face. Brushing the hair away from her face, she said, "Max wants to come out." Her hands reached the back of her head below her hair. She pulled the zipper down. She then took hold of the seam below her head and started pulling the mask from her head. Then she slowly began stripping the suit to reveal Max Rover. He got out of the suit and pulled his voice modulator strip from his neck. He carefully removed the dentures and contacts. He carefully took the suit and other appliances and placed them inside his Closet of body suits. After dressing in a jeans and t-shirt, he had some lunch and took a nap. After around 2 hours he woke up and went check on the suit. The computer showed that the suit was ready. He went to the large rectangular box and pressed a button. The box opened and a tray slid out with the body suit. He took the suit in his hands which was soft with its arms, legs and the body except the face mask. He inspected it by turning it backward and forward. It looked fine. He put the suit down and took the mask in his hands. It had blank eyes and wide mouth with long blond hair. "Hello Lyla, we're going to have so much fun," he said. But first he had to learn more about her mannerisms and her life. He put the mask down. He put the Lyla suit and mask in his Closet of body suits. He had a lot to prepare in the coming 5 days. * * * "Are you sure your plan's gonna work?" asked the Deputy Director of the FBI. "Yes, sir," said Cole Dashforth. He was working on Lyla Jackson's case. They've kept the attack on Lyla a secret to avoid the press. The real Lyla Jackson was transferred to a secret facility who was still in coma. The Chameleon has already taken Lyla's place. They must think of some story to the press explaining Lyla's absence. "We need to find who attacked Lyla Jackson? Has she woken up yet?" "No, she's still comatose." "And how about Lyla's look alike?" "She has already switched places. No one except us and her father knows about this." The FBI had called Lyla's father after they took her to the hospital after she was attacked. Since Cole was assigned to this case, he thought it would be best if he took The Chameleon's help. So he convinced Lyla's father James about the plan and assured him that her daughter would be safe in a secret facility. The FBI had the doctors inform Lyla's family while discharging that she had suffered a head injury and she might be suffering from mild temporary amnesia.This would help if The Chameleon has problems while encountering with Lyla's friends and people from her work. "I've come to know that the fake Lyla can impersonate many other people and you've been using her in your cases." "Yes." "Don't you think that's a crime?" "Aahh... yes." "Then why haven't you arrested her?" "Sir, she has been helpful in many other cases." "The FBI has many talented agents and latest technology to catch criminals. Why do you need an impostor? What if she impersonates some powerful people to steal money? God, she could even kill someone and we won't be able to catch her." "Sir, with all due respect, I dont think she's like that. She has helped in solving many cases and I believe she can be a good asset." "What do you believe doesn't matter? After solving this case you've to bring her in. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes sir." "Good. You can go now." Cole came out of the Deputy Director's room in FBI office. This is going to be a huge problem. Should he tell The Chameleon about this? After thinking for sometime he decided not to tell her. He didn't know he she'd react and he want her to work on this case. Remembering about the case, he wanted to call fake Lyla(for now he thought of The Chameleon as fake Lyla, since calling her The Chameleon was getting weird) to see how she was doing. He had the necessary adjustments made to Lyla's cellphone so that the conversation between them were encrypted and untraceable. She picked up after a few rings. "Hello," she said. "It's me." "Hmmm... I was wondering when you'd call." "How are you fitting in?" "No problem so far." "Good. Now Lyla must've known or involved in something that made her a victim. You need to find out what it is and who attacked her." "Yeah, yeah, yeah I know," she said. "The sooner you'll be able to find it, the sooner we can solve this case." "I know. Hey what happens after we catch the killer. Should I still continue as Lyla or what?" He hesitated for a second. "We'll discuss that later. You sure you can act like her?" he said. "I got it covered. Can't wait to be a model" she said giggling and ended the call. * * * Max Rover stared at his reflection in the mirror. The image of a pretty woman with blue eyes and long wavy blond hair stared back at him. The mask and the bodysuit were so real. Anyone who saw would never expect that this blond supermodel was infact a man in disguise. He was Lyla Jackson now, a fashion diva. He must think of himself as Lyla now since he is going to be Lyla for a while. Last night she switched places with real Lyla in the hospital. Lyla's father James Jackson accompanied her from the hospital to her penthouse. Her father knew everything about the arrangement. Apparently Cole had convinced him to go with his plan to catch the attacker. After coming home last night, he asked his fake daughter to take rest and they'll talk in the morning. The official story that would be released to the press and the outside world is that one night Lyla came home drunk and she slipped on the stairs and hit ther head. As per her cover story, Lyla will have temporary amneisa. She took out a pink t-shirt and leggings from her closet and dressed in them. The t-shirt was tight across her chest. She began applying make-up. She decided to apply less make-up since she wasn't going out today, not yet anyway. Her own mask itself looked nice. Just then she heard a knock on her room door. "Come in," she said. The door opened to reveal James Jackson, Lyla's father. He must be in his 40s with good hair. This is where Lyla must've inherited half of her beauty she thought. "Mr.Jackson," she said looking at him and smiled lightly. He widened his eyes as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Is something wrong?" she asked. "No, no. It's just that... you look just like my daughter. It's unbelievable." "Thank you," she said and came near him. "I promise I'll do my best to catch the person who hurt your daughter, Mr.Jackson." "I just feel weird to hear 'Mr.Jackson' instead of 'Dad' from the person who just looks like my Lyla." He took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, all of this feels weird." "It's ok. I can call you dad if you want. In fact I think thats a good idea, so that there might not be any confusion and we won't slip while we're with other people." "Ok, right," he nodded. "But what should I call you?" "What you always call your daughter. We're the only ones who know I'm not the real Lyla. So we need to keep up appearances." "Okay, Lyla. Do you think this plan will work?" "I'll make it work. I know we just met last night and you may not trust me. But I'm asking you to have faith in me." "Okay," he nodded. "Okay," she said. She crossed her arms across her chest. "What do we do now?" "First of all you need to tell all about your daughter. Her attitude, mannerisms, tastes, how she behaves with others, everything. We have the amnesia story as a cover up and I've done my research on your daughter, but it will be helpful if you could give more insight. Can you do that dad?" "Okay," he said. For the next entire day her father explained all about her daughter to Lyla. It was almost 5 in the evening when they heard a bell outside. James looked at her and then went to the door. Lyla followed him to the living room. He saw through the peep hole. It was Lyla's agent Juliet Marks and her assistant Ivy. He looked at Lyla and said, "It's your agent Juliet and Ivy. Are you sure you're up for this?" Lyla nodded. She didn't know why but her heart raced at the mention of Ivy. She brushed it off thinking it was nothing. After he opened the door Ivy and Juliet came inside. "Lyla, My darling! How are you?" Juliet said and hugged her. Juliet was African-American woman in her late 30s with black hair. Even at her age she looked fit. She wore a red blouse and black skirt. "I'm fine, Juliet." "They said you had a fall and you might not remember things." "I remember you, dont I? Come sit down," she said. Lyla and Juliet sat on the sofa. "So, are you sure you're up for work?" "God, I'm not sick Juliet. What have you lined up for me?" "There's an ad shooting tomorrow for Dolce & Gabbana perfume." "Yeah, sure," she said. Lyla looked at Ivy who was just standing in the livng room beside James. James looked pensive. Lyla thought he must be observing how she was pretending. "How are you Lyla?" Ivy asked Lyla. Ivy looked beautiful. She didn't know why she felt attracted to Ivy. Ivy would never guess in a million years that the Lyla sitting infront of her was the same woman she met a few days ago in an elevator, who was really a man in disguise. "I'm good. Did you two come here together?" Lyla said. "No, I was just coming to see you when I saw Juliet's car arrive outside." "That's considerate of you Ivy. Now go and get us some coffee." She hesitated for a second. Lyla couldn't tell if she was offended. She didn't like it but she had to stay in character. "What are you waiting for?" Lyla said. Ivy nodded and went to the kitchen. "It's ok Ivy. I was just leaving anyway. Just wanted to see you're okay," said Juliet getting up. "Are you sure?" Lyla asked. "Yes, just make sure you're gonna be there tomorrow. I've already given the details to Ivy." After Juliet left, she saw James. He came to her and whispered, "Wow, you're good. You just imitated my daughter perfectly." "Thank you. It's a weird talent of mine," she said in a low voice. Ivy brought coffee to them. "Thank you Ivy," James said and left taking the coffee. Lyla took the coffee from Ivy. "So, I'll see you tomorrow then," said Ivy. "You're leaving?" Lyla asked. She didn't know why but she felt a little disappointed. "Is there anything you want me to do? Ms.Marks has already given me the details of tomorrow's shoot. I'll be here in the morning." Ivy obviously wanted to leave. Lyla began regretting her asking Ivy to make coffee. "Sure," she said. Ivy walked away. She really had a nice body and was pretty too. Why would she work for Lyla? And she made nice coffee too. After finishing her coffee she began searching Lyla's room for clues. She rummaged all her closets which had an extensive collection of clothes, shoes and other accessories. She then searched entire house. By the time she finished her search it was night time. She couldn't find anything. After having salad and an apple for dinner she felt tired and sleepy. She went straight to her room where she felt hot even with the AC. Sometimes the body suit was uncomfortable. She had been in the body suit since yesterday. She locked her room door. She didn't think James would disturb her since they had talked out everything. She took out a bag from her closet which she had brought with her yesterday. It had spare body suit and the body scanner device. She hoped she wouldn't need the scanner but had brought it anyway. She took out a baggy t-shirt and boxers. She began stripping her clothes. Then she got out of the body suit and placed it on the table. She looked down at herself. She had male body except her head which still wore the mask. She fished out the contacts and dentures. She placed her fingers around her neck peeling the edge of the mask. Pulling it with both her hands, she saw her face stretch and contort. The mask was tight. She then pulled it over head revealing Max Rover. "God!" he said in Lyla's voice. He removed the voice modulator strip from his neck and threw the mask on the table. He then dressed in boxers and t-shirt and went straight to sleep. It wasn't until morning when he heard a knocking on the door. He woke up groaning. "Lyla, it's me Ivy. Open the door," he heard. His drowsiness cleard instantly. He looked at himself. Shit! he thought and got up. "Lyla," Ivy called. He quickly found his voice modulator strip and applied it to his neck. "I'm coming. Just a sec," he shouted in Lyla's voice. He then looked at the mask and the suit. Not much time to wear the body suit. He picked up the mask and pulled it over his head. After some stretching and pressing he looked in the mirror. He opened and closed his eyes and mouth few times to test the mask's fit. Lyla's face stared back at him. It looked fine. "Lyla, are you up?" Lyla quickly wore her contacts and dentures. She looked at herself. Ivy can't see me like this she thought. Thinking quickly she took out a robe and covered all over her body till her neck. She went to open the door. * * * Ivy was about to knock again when the door opened. "Jesus christ Ivy! Are you trying to break open the door?" Lyla said with only her head peeping through the door. "You've the shooting today remember. I told you I would be coming in the morning," said Ivy. She tried to push open the door but Lyla didn't allow it. "Why aren't you letting me in?" "I'm not decent. Just give me some time," Lyla said annoyed. Ivy narrowed her eyes and asked, "Is someone there in the room? Is Dan with you?" "Stop with the questions? Now go wait. I'll be right back," Lyla said and shut the door on her face. Someone's in a mood today. It isn't usual that Lyla would wake up late. Lyla usually gets ready before she came here. And yesterday when she met Lyla she thought something was off with her. Sure she was her bitchy self as always but still something was different. May be it's due to her head fall and temporary amnesia she thought and waited outside sitting on the sofa. After more than half an hour, Lyla came out wearing black and white striped t-shirt and skinny jeans. Her hair was tied in a tight bun. She was late. She was never late. "You're late," Ivy said. "I know," Lyla said. After having salmon and egg for breakfast, they got into the car. "To the Nightstar studios, John," Ivy told the driver. She took out the documents and gave it to Lyla. "These are the contract documents that Juliet sent me. Need your signature on them." "Okay...," Lyla said examining the documents and signed. "After the shoot, you'll get the payment in cheque and I'll deposit it into your account." Lyla thought for a second and said writing on the paper, "Hmmm... I am going to give you a new account number. Deposit in that." "Did you open a new account?" "No." "Then whose account is this?" "It's a friend's." "Do I know that friend?" "No." "You want me to deposit 50 grand into your friend's account? Lyla, are you sure? Who is this friend?" "Jesus! Ivy. I told you to stop with the questions. Just do what I say. You work for me, remember." "Okay, it's your money," Ivy said. As her assistant her role was to care of Lyla's things which she herself couldn't take care of. She handled Lyla's personal things and work, her bank transactions, even paid her bills. If she ordered her to do something she had to do it since Lyla was the one who paid her salary. For the rest of the drive they sat in silence. Who was this friend? Why was she giving so much money to this friend? she thought. After sometime as they neared the studio Ivy asked John, "Take the back entrance John. The main entrance will be swarmed by the reporters." Word got out that Lyla Jackson had a head injury few days ago. The press were waiting for an interview with Lyla. Even now the press were desparate to have a statement from Lyla. So they took the back entrance to avoid the paparazzi. After they reached the studio, they met with the director. He started explaining her about the ad concept. Then the makeup artists grabbed her away asking her to try on some costumes and doing her makeup. "You're doing great Lyla," said the photographer. "Just need some more photos." Lyla wore a red turtle neck bodycon dress, her long wavy blond hair styled into a french twist updo. She was beautiful Ivy thought. That's why she's a supermodel you idiot! she told herself. "Come on Lyla. Crane your neck sideways and hold perfume near your chest," the photographer went near her and showed the pose. "Are you sure you're okay, Lyla? We can take a break." "No, I'm good," she said. All through the shoot Lyla made many mistakes. It looked like she was doing the modeling job for the first time. Did she forget how to model due to her head injury? After a few scoldings from the director and the photographer, Lyla finished the shoot in the evening. The ad shoot was successful but took longer than usual. She retrieved the cheque from the producer and went to find Lyla in the makeup room. When she entered the room, Ivy saw that Dan Morris was with her. "God I missed you," Dan said with his arms around her back. "Stop it, Dan," Lyla said and turned her head to see Ivy. She immediately pushed Dan away who frowned. "Ivy, what are you doing here?" "Aaah... the producer gave me the cheque. Do you want me to deposit into your account?" "No, the other account I gave you today." "Okay, is there anything you want me to do?" "Nope that's it for today." "I'll tell John to bring the car around." "Actually Ivy, we're going out," Dan said. "We are?" Lyla asked looking at him. "Yeah, you can go home Ivy." "Okay," Ivy said. "Ivy, take John with you," Lyla said. "Sure," Ivy said. That was odd she thought and left. After leaving the studio she asked John to drop at her parent's house. "Ivy, come in," her mother welcomed her smiling. "Where's dad?" "At work. He'll be late. Sit down. I was about to finish cooking dinner." She sat down in the living room. Her mother went into the kitchen. She felt tired. Being in the studio all day took a bite out of her. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "You look tired." Ivy opened her eyes and said, "Yeah, work was tiring today at the studio, now that the fashion princess is back." Her mother looked at her with concern. "You know you can quit the job, if it's difficult for you." "You know I can't mom. The pay is good. We need the money to pay the mortgage bills and Jake's school fees. I'll get my salary this weekend anyway. I'll pay the EMI." "Will you be staying tonight?" "No, not today. I'll go to my apartment." Her mother looked lost in her thoughts. She decided to change the topic. "Where's Jake?" "In his room." "I'm gonna talk to him," she said and went to his room. She knocked on his door and called out his name. The door was open she went inside. He saw her brother watching videos on computer with his headphones. He was so involved in watching that he didn't even notice her coming in. She tapped on his shoulder. Jake turned to her and widened his eyes. He immediately closed whatever he was watching and said, "Jesus Ivy! you could've knocked." "I did, but you didn't hear. What were you watching anyway?" "Nothing." "Are you watching porn?" "God, no. Why are you here?" "Wanted to see mom and dad and also my little brother," she said ruffling his hair. "Stop doing that, I'm not a kid anymore." "Yeah, clearly." "So how's Lyla Jackson. I heard she's back again. I saw the news. Does she really have amnesia?" "I don't know exactly. All they said was that she fell and hit her head and she has mild amnesia. They won't tell how and where she fell. If you ask me I think all of this looks weird." "Weird how?" "I don't know. I'll tell you if I know more. Now, how's junior year treating you?" "Huh... you know how it is. It sucks. Hey, when am I going to take a picture with Lyla." "Come on, Jake. I've told many times before. She's a bitch. She won't agree to take a picture with you. She won't even take picture with me." "Come on. Atleast try. You work with a fashion diva and a celebrity. Who else is gonna get a chance like that?" She sighed and said, "Fine, I'll try. So how's..." just then her phone rang interrupting her. It was Juliet. "I gotta take this," she said and came out of Jake's room. "Hey Ms.Marks." "Ivy, there's a swim suit photography this friday. You need to go with Lyla." "Where?" "Hawaii." "Ms.Marks, I can't go to Hawaii this weekend." "Why is that?" "I've some personal commitments," she said thinking about the mortgage installment that she had to pay the bank. "Look Ivy, as an agent my work is to line up shootings and model events for Lyla. I am telling you, since you take care of her work. If you have a problem then you should talk to Lyla." "Okay." "Good," she said and ended the call. Shit! she'll have to talk to Lyla about this. After having dinner, Ivy left the house and went to her apartment. The next day Ivy went to Lyla's apartment. She didn't find Mr.Jackson there. He must be out she thought. She went to Lyla's room and was about to knock her room door when the door opened and Dan came out. He smiled exposing his upper half of his body when he saw her. "Ivy, what are you doing here?" "Is Lyla in?" she asked stiffly. "She is still asleep. We were out late last night." "Can you wake her up?" "Why, you can talk to me?" he said his arm touching her shoulder. She flinched away, "Don't touch me Dan?." "Come on, don't be like that," he said and pushed her to the wall his arms on the wall on her both sides. Dan was a fucking pervert. He had been fixated on her since he saw her. She didn't know what Lyla saw in him. Does she even know about him and his flings with the other women? Who knows, may be Lyla too had flings with other guys. May be both were cheating on each other. The thought made her want to puke. If it wasn't for the money, she never would've taken this job. She pushed him away annoyed. He was about to come towards her again when Lyla's room door opened. Seeing this Dan moved away from me. Asshole! she thought. Lyla came out and looked at both of us and her eyes narrowed. Did she knew what happened just now? "What's going on? Ivy, what are you doing here?" "I... I wanted to talk to you." "Okay, come inside." She went inside leaving Dan who kept smiling at her. "So, what did you want to talk about?" She sat down on the chair infront of her mirror and began applying make-up. She was wearing just a deep blue silk robe. It was clear from the crumpled bed that Lyla and Dan had sex. She thought of telling her about Dan but decided against it. She didn't know how she'd react. "I... Ms.Marks told me about your swimsuit photography in Hawaii." "Yeah, I know. You should make the reservations for our stay, me, you and Dan. Dan's flying us there in his private jet," she said applying her lipstick. "That's the thing. I can't come this weekend." "Why?" she said annoyed. "I've some other work." "What other work?" "I...I have to pay the mortgage installment this Friday. I can't miss that." "Your house is in mortagage?"she said turning to her. "Yes." "Hmm... so what does it have to do with you not coming? You can pay it through online." "I...yes, but..." "No buts. You're coming. That's it," she said and opened her closet. She removed her robe which left her naked. "Lyla...you...can't you do this after I'm gone," she said averting her eyes. She must admit, Lyla really had a killer body. "Come on, Ivy, it's just us girls here," Lyla said smiling and took out a black lacy bra and matching panties. She then dressed in black tank top and jeans and stood before her. "Looks like I'm starting to like you," Lyla said in a serious tone. "What?" she asked in confusion. "Nothing silly. Now go." "Right," she said . Lyla was acting really weird. And what does she mean she just said about. Last time Ivy checked Lyla wasn't like this. She seems a little...nicer she thought. She just shook her head and left. When the weekend came, she and Lyla drove to airport where they'd be going to Hawaii in Dan's private jet. She'd already made reservation arrangements in the hotel for their stay and contacted the producers and photgraphers. They reached Honolulu in the evening and were going to stay here for 5 days. The only perk of being an assistant to a supermodel is that she gets to visit many places. In the following days, Ivy noticed that Lyla was getting better. At first she used to take more time to shoot. Now she was getting along well. Perhaps she was getting all her memories back. But she also noticed that Lyla was a little different. She was being nice to her. Lyla was never nice to her. She began talking to her like a friend. It got weirder on 4th day of the shooting. They had just finished their shooting for the day. Lyla was talking with other models when Ivy went to her and said, "Lyla can I talk to you for a sec." "Sure Ivy," she said to her. She turned to other models and said "See you later girls" and they kissed each others cheeks saying goodbyes. "What's up?" Lyla said with her right hand on her hip. She was wearing a white turtle-neck long sleeved bodycon dress. "So tomorrow's gonna be swimsuit shoot. James is gonna bring the swimsuit costumes later. You just have to ...." "Hey gorgeous," Dan interrupted by as he came behind Lyla with his arms around her and tried to kiss her. Lyla moved away avoiding the kiss and gave an irritated look. "Not now, Dan," she said and pushed him away lightly who was a little annoyed and confused. She turned to Ivy and said, "You were saying." "I just want you to try those costumes." Lyla rolled her eyes. "Come on Ivy, you're always about work. No fun at all. Let's do that tomorrow." "But..." "No, buts. Tonight we're going out. Let's enjoy Hawaii." "No we're talking," Dan chimed in. Lyla turned to him and said, "Actually, today is gonna be just us girls, sorry. Come on Ivy, let's get ready for the night." Lyla dragged Ivy away leaving Dan who looked furious. Later that night Ivy stood in Lyla's hotel room. Lyla had asked her to come with her for a girl's night out. They had Aloha festival that day in Hawaii and Lyla wanted Ivy to go to the festival together. She was dressed in one of Lyla's dresses, a sleeveless purple colored mini dress which made her feel uncomfortable. She felt Lyla's behaviour towards her odd. She was never this nice. Lending her one of her dresses was too much. Lyla finally came out of her room dressed in a red long sleeved sequin dress. "Ready," she said looking at her and then she stopped. "What? What is it? Is it the dress?" Ivy asked "No, no. You look beautiful. God, you could be a model too you know." "Thanks, I think," she said awkwardly. Just then their room bell rang. "Who is it?" Lyla shouted. No one answered. "I'll get it," Ivy said and opened the door. A guy came inside wheeling in a food tray. "Did you order room service?" Lyla asked. Ivy shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, we haven't ordered anything. You must've come to the wrong room." "Actually I am right where I should be," he said and opened the lid of the food plate. He took out a gun and pointed at Lyla. Lyla widened her eyes and raised her hands. Ivy was shocked to see this. She stood rooted in her place not knowing what to do. Suddenly Lyla caught his hand and began punching him in the stomach. He tried to shoot her but she quickly knocked the gun out of his hand. The gun fell away on the floor. Lyla was still fighting the guy. She never knew Lyla could fight. It looked to her like she was a pro, like she knew how to fight and has some martial skills. Ivy not knowing what to do she looked around and picked up a vase. She then went behind the attacker who was held Lyla with his arm squeezing her neck. She hit the vase on his head with all her strenghth. He yelped holding his head in pain and turned around. Behind her Lyla was coughing holding her throat. The attacker came towards her furiously. Ivy moved back from him pointing the vase at him. Then there was thumping sound and he fainted and fell down. Behind him she Lyla holding a lamp post breathing heavily. "Are you okay?" Lyla asked. Ivy still couldn't talk. Lyla pushed her hair away from her face and bent down to check on him. "He's passed out," she said and began checking his pockets where she retrieved a phone. Lyla came to her and put her hands on her shoulders. "Ivy, are you okay?" She nodded still looking at the guy on the floor. She then looked at Lyla. She noticed something odd at her neck. She didn't know what she saw but it looked like some of her skin at her throat had been peeled off. This got her thinking about the last few days of how Lyla had been different and was acting oddly. It felt like she looked the same but was a completely different person. She looked at Lyla and said, "Who are you?" Lyla's eyes widened. "What are you talking about? I'm Lyla...." "Stop it, you're not Lyla. Who are you?" Ivy demanded. Lyla didn't say anything. She stood quite for some time. "How did you know?" she asked. "Ever since you got back everything is different about you. Lyla was never nice to me. On top of that you fighting with him right now, you see Lyla never in her dreams knew how to fight. And also what I saw just now at your throat." Lyla touched her throat and felt her skin which hand been peeled off and gaped. "So tell me, who are you really?" asked Ivy