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Adrien awoke to the sound of his alarm blaring into his ear, the agitation silencing as he pulled the devise from its socket with a harsh tug of the cord.
The boy groaned, running a hand through his long golden hair sweeping it away from his face, his emerald eyes squinting at the early morning light that streaked through the large window of his bedroom.
His back arched, arms raised above his head as he stretched to shake off sleeps embrace, a heavy yawn sounding as he expelled the last of his drowsiness, letting the sheets fall off his body to rest haphazardly as he swung his legs off the mattress and onto the cool floor, the young man leaving the comfortable warmth of his bed behind as he stood.
Moving across the floor in his bare feet, he moved with a cat like grace about him to a drawer at the corner of the room, picking up a set of clothing sitting folded on its surface, undoubtedly laid out during the night by the house staff. A pair of loose black dress pants, neon green V-neck shirt and black button down overshirt meeting his eyes in the dim light.
The young man entered through a door to his bathroom striping off his sleep shirt and pants as he went, placing them as well as his change of clothes on the sink for the servants to pick up later, before turning on the water and stepping into a spacious shower.
As the warm water trickled down his sculpted form- a bonus and memento from the days when he modeled for his father's fashion industry- he sighed contently at the soothing feeling of the water against his stiff joints, exercising them as he washed his body.
He started to hum an old tune from a jagged stone album, following the rhythm of the droplets as they hit the tiled floor, when a knock sounded from his bedroom door.
Quickly, he shut the water off and grabbed a towel from a ring on the wall, tying it around his waist.
Leaving the bathroom and walking over to his bedroom door he took hold of the knob and turned, opening the door to reveal an older woman dressed in a strict, dark business suit and glasses. A tablet was tucked securely under her arm and her face bore a neutral expression as she regarded him.
"What is it Nathalie?" he asked using a hand to support his towel. The woman's face betrayed no emotion as she spoke to him "your breakfast is downstairs ready for you sir" she answered plain and methodically.
He gave a small nod "Alright, I'll be out in a minute Nathalie" he spoke before dismissing her. The woman gave a curt nod of her own before leaving, the young man closing the door as she left.
Adrien re-entered the bathroom, using his towel to dry himself off completely, before pulling on his clothing slipping into a pair of black business shoes that he pulled from his closet as he stepped into the hall outside his bedroom. The sounds of his shoes falling against the marble of the floor echoing through the halls of his empty home.
The grand mansion had been the same that he had grown up in since his birth, left to him by his father the late Gabriel Agrest after he died not sooner than when Adrien had turned nineteen. Now at the age of twenty-three Adrien had become the CEO of the old man's fashion empire as well Agrest Fashions.
But, it was just a cover up for the more 'illegal' activities that his father performed behind the closed doors of the corporation. Crimes such as fraud, robbery, extortion, even murder all a part of the extensive list that was sewn into the organization the man created.
AKUMA as his father called it, a massive organized crime ring concentrated throughout Paris and France.
All his now, of course.
For the time when Adrien wasn't yet of age to assume control, Nathalie -being Gabriel's former assistant- and a select few members of the ring had been the ones to have run the business side of things, at least until he toke over.
He knew what his father did growing up, the young man being spared nothing when it came to the organization with his father. However, that was where his interactions with the man were limited, their relationship never seemed to be more than an obligation on his part rather than father and son. The old man treating him more like an investment than flesh and blood, not even allowing his only son out of the house especially after what had happened with his mother, not even to attend school like other children. Forcing him to take on activities such as modeling for his fashion company and grooming him to take over the empire. Nathalie having been the one to practically raise him to the best of her ability as his mother would of.
Yet none of that really matters anymore now does it, the old man had gotten his wish after all, an Agrest maintaining control of AKUMA.
Not that Adrien didn't mind being in control, it certainly had its…
…Perks…
The young blond man laughed silently to himself.
Why Nathalie even bothered to stay and become his assistant after his father, he had no idea. However, he found it to be a nice comfort having a trusted face with him gone.
When he reached the end of the hallway he descended a flight of stairs to the main foyer. The gorgeously sculpted interior shining brilliantly in the light that streamed through the crafted windows and the lights on the walls.
Suddenly, something rubbing against his leg pulled his attention down. The young man looking to his feet to see a pair of familiar green feline eyes radiant enough to match his own, staring right back.
A lighthearted chuckle escaped his gut, reaching down to stroke the ears of a black cat, "good morning plagg" he greeted earning a small mewl from the animal.
Beside Nathalie and his chauffer, Plagg was likely the only one he trusted fully despite him being a feline. Adrien having found him one night, digging through their garbage as a kitten soaked to the bone. Of course, at the time his father would never have aloud him to keep pets, so he had ended up hiding him from his father, letting the cat roam the streets when he wanted and feeding the creature when he came back.
And once his father was gone the cat became pretty much a permanent resident at his mansion
Standing strait and continuing down the steps the feline followed behind him.
He reached a short landing, where the stairs continued down in a different direction, toward the foyer. Adrien stopping to glance at a large portrait hanging on the wall but turned away with a flash of a distained frown marring his lips as he walked by it.
Stepping off the stares he took a right, passing by the large ebony colored front doors of his home to a smaller pair off to the side. Pushing them open he entered the dining room, Nathalie already waiting by the head of the table for him. The large piece of furniture taking up most of the space in the rather cavernous room, odd considering he was the only occupant of the house. A marble fireplace was also built into the far wall, with a service door tucked to its side for servants to enter or leave from the kitchens.
Adrien walked to his seat and pulled out a chair, the fine wooden legs gliding effortlessly across the floor.
As if on routine a group of servants entered through the service door as he pulled himself up to the table. Food and other items in their arms which they set in front of him, disappearing through the same door without so much as a word.
Plagg jumped onto his lap and onto the table the feline eyeing his breakfast eagerly.
Adrien tossed the hungry feline a sausage from his plate which the cat took happily.
Nathalie tablet in hand swiped her finger rapidly across the screen, "would you like me to give you your morning report sir?" she asked pausing to look at him. Adrien responded, not diverging his attention from his meal "I'd rather not hear about some designers' mistakes right now" he said scooping a piece of egg into his mouth "what about our other activities?" he asked. The stoic assistant nodded once, swiping across the screen of her tablet a few times before reading the text one the screen.
"Per your orders we've pressured most of the businesses in the west of Paris into excepting your proposal..." she droned on, scrolling through the different reports.
Adrien listened as Nathalie continued to speak, his 'proposal' that she mentioned being a plan that he developed to expand the syndicate even further. His influence as the head of a multibillion dollar company certainly helping to push his agenda forward and his associate's negotiations withsmall and large businesses alike.
"…but there is one slight problem" Nathalie's words cut his thoughts,
"Problem?" his hand stilled at the word, it was something he did not like to hear, "what sort of problem?", his attention turned away from his meal allowing plagg to gorge himself on the scrapes while the young man locked eyes with his assistant. The older women flinched at the familiar intensity of the young man's gaze, her grey eyes giving a momentary flash of emotion as she recalled the same cold look from another blond man.
Nathalie collected herself before continuing "yes sir, there is one shop in an area of particular interest, but the owner is proving difficult to deal with" she informed before adding "the last men sent negotiate with the man were forced out of the establishment by the end of a bat".
The male leaned into the armrest of his seat resting his chin into the palm of his hand, "what kind of store is it?" he asked intrigued.
It wasn't unusual for business owners to resist his proposal at first, but to physically reject it by throwing out his subordinates was a rare occurrence these days with his reputation.
"A small fabric store sir located on gotlib street" Nathalie said reading off her tablet. Adrien rolled his eyes "don't I already have a hundred fabric store, most of them twice the size?".
She shook her head in confirmation "yes sir, but this one frequents far more customers than any other in the area, along with providing a key position, should I have your more 'persuasive' men pay him a visit?"
Adrien leaned into the back of his chair as he mulled over her suggestion. True he was no stranger to using violence to get his way, but he wasn't much of a fan for it. Personally, he preferred controlling the situation from the shadows, puppeting his associates towards the outcome he desired.
Yet his father had inducted one great thing into him in the sparse moments they had shared together.
"If you want something; you take it"
Obviously, this shop owner needed to be taught that.
He shot up from the chair, a wicked grin creeping across his face as an idea popped into his mind. Turning to Nathalie he spoke "never mind with it Nathalie, I think I can do well enough alone" walking over to the doorway and pushing a silver button on the wall to call for his chauffer. Plagg, who had finished his masters food jumped onto the man's shoulders he left the table and made his way out front.
"Wait sir!" Nathalie cried trying to keep up with her boss, the heels of her shoes clapping with the floor as she followed him to the foyer. The young man buttoning up his shirt and tucking the tail into his pants, a maid meeting him at the front doors with a black belt, tie, and suit. Another helping to fix the tie around his neck as he looped the belt through his pants, also fixing his hair to look presentable. He finished when they helped him into a black vest suit, one of them giving him a small black rectangular box which he slipped into a discreet pocket, patting the cloth down once and moving to the doors.
But Nathalie stopped him before he could step a foot outside, "what about your schedule?" she questioned waving her tablet.
Adrien looked over his shoulder at his assistant, his emerald gaze shifting to the bustling street outside when his car pulled up.
"Clear it" he said simply moving out the door and into the back seat. He looked to the driver "the gorilla" as Adrien called him, a large man with silver hair regarding him with a peripheral glance, "forty-two gotlib street" he ordered. The chauffeur gave a grunt in response, before pulling the vehicle out into the street.
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