A/N: Another story based off the idea of Tony Micelli, This is Your Life.
Angela was sitting in her office when the door opened. She looked up and took her glasses off.
"Tony? What are you doing here? Is Jonathan alright?" A man who looked identical to Tony blinked.
"I'm not Tony. I'm here to do something for you." She rested her elbows on the desk.
"What?"
"If it wasn't for Tony Micelli, you would still be at Wallace and McQuade." Angela laughed.
"I'm not sure. I think I would have eventually left on my own. He got me fired."
"But because of that we want to show you what your life would have been like."
"Do I have to go? I have my agency. Tony and I are planning our wedding. We're happy."
"You have to do this." With that, they were off.
Angela was sitting in a chair. She looked around the room and saw several men in suits and ties around her. There was a man standing at the front of the room. She wasn't listening to him to begin with.
"Where am I?" She questioned mentally.
"Mrs. Bower?" She heard him say. Turning quickly she saw everybody staring at her.
"Can you repeat what you said?" I heard a few laughs.
"We want to increase our marketing strategies. I feel that would be the best for Wallace and McQuade."
"Why are you asking me?" He stopped and stared at her.
"Mrs. Bower, you're the chairman of the board. Who else would I ask?" Feeling embarrassed, she shook her head.
"If you think it needs to be done, do it." He smiled.
"Thank you." He replied and then moved on. She leaned back in her chair and sighed.
"Chairman of the board? I'm the chairman of the board for Wallace and McQuade." She thought internally and then continued listening to the rest of the meeting.
Thankfully, when Angela got back to her office, she had a phone call from Jonathan.
"Hi sweetheart."
"Hey mom, Geoffrey wanted me to call and remind you that it's Tony's day to clean. He might be here when you get home. We'll leave you a plate in the microwave like always. I think we're having Chinese food."
"Tony's making Chinese?" Jonathan laughed.
"We've having Chinese ordered in. Tony hasn't cooked for us in five years. After you married Geoffrey he moved out remember?"
"What?"
"Mom, are you feeling okay?" Angela shook her head. She was trying to get the world to stop spinning.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Her voice cracked. "What's our address?"
"Mom, I got lost one time years ago. We live in the same house that we have my entire life." So there was a sign of normalcy in her life.
"Okay." Jonathan sighed.
"I'll make sure Emily eats, gets a bath and goes to bed."
"Emily?" She questioned.
"Mom, I know you've been working hard, too hard sometimes, but don't tell me you don't remember your daughter. She's three years old." Angela rested her head against her office chair. "Will you be home before midnight or are they sending you off somewhere?"
"I'll be home. I'm leaving now." Angela said and she said goodbye before hanging up and walking out of the room and went all the way to the main floor of the building. Angela took in a deep breath. The one thing that never changed was the smell of Madison Avenue.
She was thrilled to see the jag sitting at the train station where she always parked. Feeling her jacket for the keys, she put her briefcase in the backseat and smiled gently seeing the car seat behind the passenger seat. But that smile soon disappeared. She had a three year old child she'd never even met. Tony wasn't part of their lives and she had married a man she remembered being fond of; but she can't say she ever loved him. When she walked in the front door of the house she heard laughter.
"Mommy!" A little girl with dirty blonde hair rushed over to her.
"Hi sweetheart!" Angela picked her up. Geoffrey and Jonathan walked into the room.
"You're home!" Jonathan stated surprised.
"I knew she would be." Geoffrey smiled.
"I wasn't so sure." Jonathan responded. Geoffrey walked over and kissed her cheek.
"We're headed out for dinner if you want to come."
"Can I bring my girlfriend?"
"Sure sweetheart."
"Yeah, I love getting to see Sam."
"Sam?" Angela almost choked. "Tony's Samantha?" Jonathan nodded.
"She's three years older than me, but that doesn't bother me." Angela almost threw up. She put the baby on the floor.
"She's your sister."
"No she's not. We were friends, but they only lived with us for three years."
"Come on Angela. The food's a wastin." He laughed at his own joke. As Angela walked through the door her head started spinning again. Why was she tossed into this life when hers was just fine?