Angela walked down the stairs one morning. It was bring your child to work week at Sam's high school, so Angela took her into the agency. Samantha had been in the Bower Agency before, but this was supposed to be different. Samantha was supposed to observe her parent and write a paper.

"Sam! You need to hurry if we are going to make the train!" Angela exclaimed up the stairs. Tony walked into the living room.

"The train? Wait, where are you going? Sam, I thought you were staying here to help me during the "bring your child to work week."" Tony whined. Angela laughed as she walked up the stairs. Samantha passed her on the staircase.

"Dad, you work at home. I want to go with Angela to the agency." Sam replied. Tony still looked disappointed.

"Are you ready yet?" Tony asked.

"No, I still have a few more things to do."

"Well, come on Samantha," Tony said to his daughter. "Angela doesn't have all morning; she takes the train the same time every morning." Tony leaned against the railing, but when Angela bounded down the stairs, Tony stepped back from the stairs. Angela looked at him.

"She has a few minutes because I can't find my briefcase." Angela replied. Sam rushed up the stairs. Tony walked over to the door by Angela's office and picked up her briefcase. "She's learning advertising. She'll be alright. I'll take care of her. She's going to be with me and mother." Just then, coughing and blowing her nose, Mona walked through the back door. Her nose was the color of her hair. She was wearing a robe and her hair was a mess.

"Mother! You look horrible!" Mona glanced at Angela.

"You're not exactly a peach yourself Angela." Angela sighed.

"You cannot go to the office looking like that." Mona blew her nose again.

"I'm not going in today."

"Mother! We need you today. I'm meeting with a client today and need your help." Samantha walked down the stairs and stood on the last step.

"I'm ready dad." She replied.

"I'm sick Angela. I can't go."

"I'll go into the meeting with you Angela." Samantha said.

"I don't know." Angela wavered. "You're sixteen Sam."

"I know plenty about advertising!"

"Sam, I have a Master's Degree and I don't know everything about it." Tony put Angela's briefcase down by the stairs.

"Can I see you for a minute Angela?"

"What?" Tony practically grabbed her arm and dragged her into the kitchen. "What is the matter with you?" Tony sighed.

"Let Sam go into the meeting."

"Tony of all people; you are the last one I would expect to ask for special favors." Angela said irritated with him.

"Can't you see how excited she is?" Tony asked. "She's not asking this because she loves the world of advertising. Can't you see? She's doing it to be with you!" Angela stood there for a minute.

"Wow." She replied. Tony nodded and then looked at his watch.

"You better hurry. You're going to miss your train." Tony replied. Angela rushed out of the kitchen.

"Mother, get back into bed. Come on Sam. You're now an executive."

"Really?" Sam hugged Angela tightly and made her laugh.

"Come on Sam." They walked towards the door.

"Here you go Angela." Tony responded. She smoothed her suit with her hand and took a breath in as she took a breath in as she took her briefcase from Tony.

"Thank you." She smiled at Samantha. "Are you ready to go?" Samantha nodded.

"Let's go." Sam said. "Can I drive?" Angela and Tony stared at her. "I was kidding."

"Sam." Tony warned. Angela and Sam walked out the door.

"That's very nice what you did for Sam." Mona said.

"She's my daughter. Angela needed help and I tried to teach her that Sam was the best replacement." Mona nodded.

"Angela needs a girl like Sam in the office. But if she outworks me, I won't be afraid to kill her."

"Mona!" Tony hollered and Mona shrugged.

When Angela and Samantha got to the office, it was quiet.

"Is it always this quiet?" Sam asked. Angela turned on the lights in the office.

"Mother and I are always here before everybody else. But I'm the president. I need to be here early." Sam sighed.

"Angela, you own this place, you don't have to show up early." Sam replied. "You never have to show up. You have plenty of people who work under you." Angela laughed.

"Sam, I have to be here. I have plenty of work to do in this office. Angela stated. "Well, our meeting is at 8:30. Be prepared for your first creative meeting Sam." Angela walked into her office and showed Samantha her working station in the spacious office. A little while later, people started arriving and began milling around. Angela had a few people under her in the Bower Agency now. She wasn't working alone anymore. Angela made up an area in her office when they realized Sam's school was doing the career days. Unlike elementary school though, Sam had to write an extensive paper on Angela about her job, what Sam learned and what she thought about advertising for her future career.

"Who's this?" A guy asked as he walked into the office. Angela stood by the side of the desk.

"Hi," Samantha waved. "I'm Samantha Micelli," Angela walked over and put her arm around Sam's shoulders.

"Jack, this is my daughter, Samantha." Angela smiled. He looked at her and then back at Angela.

"You must take after your father." Sam crossed her arms and choked back a laugh.

"I do."

"Well, it's great to meet you Samantha. Angela talked about her son, but I never realized she had a daughter." She smiled and nodded awkwardly. Angela looked at Samantha.

"I'm sorry to leave you here sweetheart, but I have a meeting to go to." Samantha shook her head.

"I'll be here." Angela and her colleagues walked out of the office and Angela closed the door behind her.

After the meeting, Angela walked back towards her office. She was stopped by a young woman probably a few years younger than her. Her hand was on the door to her office when the woman touched her arm.

"Mrs. Bower?" Angela turned around.

"Yes?"

"Who is the girl in your office and why's she here?" Angela looked at her.

"It's my daughter; she has to write a paper for school about a career of one of her parents." A man walked over to them.

"Isn't that Tony's daughter?"

"Who's he?"

"That's my housekeeper." Angela replied clearing her through.

"You and Tony got married? I'm glad." Angela shook her head.

"No, we didn't get married. I've raised Sam with Tony since she was 11 years old. She's not my housekeeper's daughter anymore, she's my daughter and I do love her very much." Samantha smiled as she heard Angela talk about her on the other side of the door. Angela was right. Samantha had been many years without her mother and Angela had come into her life at crucial time in her life and they would be close because of that. Angela was a mother to Samantha and she was so happy to have her in her life. Samantha really felt like she was Angela's daughter.