(This story's gonna have some Chlothanael, & two extra POVs! Can you guess?

Can you?

CAN YOU?

You guessed it! Chloe and Nathanael! I hope the ending to the prequel/before/other story didn't crush your hearts. [PS there is still happy endings for them both!])

It wasn't the way she had planned it. No, not by the slightest. Agreste Designs. Who would have thought that she would have a job there? Even as a secretary, and not a designer like she had always wanted. And maybe she was going to see —

No. No, she couldn't think about that. She promised herself she wouldn't get excited or give herself false hope. He didn't want her. After all, if he did, wouldn't he have told her? Kept in touch with her? She didn't like it. It had been six years. She had a boyfriend—or at least, something like that. She was a godmother.

Nino and Alya had gotten married and she had a little neice and nephew. Twins. Reyna, and Carl. Nathanael had tried so hard to heal her. She was finally going to accept his offer. Every night, he would lean in and try to kiss her, only to be stopped by her hand. Every night he would return anyway. She didn't have the heart to tell him she was still sore. The worst part was, she didn't need to. He knew.

He knew that he still haunted her.

After hearing Mayor Bourgeois annouce his daughter's new boyfriend was him, she could barely breathe. After thinking that he was a such a filthy, playing bastard if he thought that he could forget her, someone he spent so much time around. So much time flirting, dancing, singing. She regretted never crushing her lips to his like she wanted to the first time he had flirted with her. Regretted liking a stranger over him. She had loved him for a short time, a week at most. The thing that tore her in half was that she really fell, and he was gone. Just like that. No time to say goodbye.

Out of all the time they spent.

All that time.

No goodbyes. No forgiveness. Can you come over? she had asked. No, I don't want to, he had replied. She had broken that phone.

The phone rings. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, she thought. It snapped her out of her memories and back into reality. Marinette pushed her glasses back onto her nose, and runs to get it. "Hello?" she asks.

"This is from the office at Agreste Designs," a voice says. "Your first day of work is Tuesday, November second. You're allowed to arrive everyday at no later than eight and no earlier then four thirty. Most days you will be expected to enter the building at six. Understand, Ms. Dupain-Cheng?"

"Yes," she answers. Someone is speaking behind the man on the phone.

"Good. We—hold on, Ms. Dupain-Cheng," the voice on the other line said. There was shuffling. A deep and familiar voice was talking, and the one with the phone answered with "Yes" and "Of course, sir." Marinette waited patiently. "You're to report to the CEO of our company when you enter. You're going to be his secretary. Agreste Designs out." The call ended with a click! and she put up the phone.

Odd, she thought. But at least I have a job. "Tikki!" she called out. A little dog with mahogany fur and black spots came running out to greet her, panting on its little legs. She loved Tikki with all her heart. She was the one thing that couldn't decide to just stand up and leave her.

"Aw, Tikki! Who's a good girl? Who's a good girl? Guess what? Mommy's got a job!" Marinette said, scratching the dog's belly. It barked. She guessed that this dog could tell when she was missing . . . him. She would dare think his name. No. No, she wouldn't. She couldn't. Not when Nath was coming soon.

She sighed. Then the door opened, and she got up, taking the dog with her. "Nathanael! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" she asked, kissing his cheek. He blushes, but doesn't show it. He still kept his bright red hair in a similar fashion to what he wore in high school, but his bangs weren't in his eyes. They were more on his forehead, with a small ponytail in the back. (With a small touch of facial hair under his nose, dusting his square jaw. Marinette thought he looked kind of cute.) He had become a forensic scientist. Marinette was proud of him.

"Okay, you know that's not true. I tell you I'm coming every night. It's sad to eat by yourself at night, and you refuse to leave the house!" He hugged her. Marinette sighed.

"I got a job," she told him.

"Oh? Where?" he asked her.

"You don't like it." He tensed, jealousy seething from him. Marinette braced herself.

"There?" he asked. "Agreste Designs? You can't work there!" He pulled Marinette closer, nuzzling into her neck. "After what that bastard did to you—"

"Nath! Nath, it's alright. I don't care, he probably doesn't remember me. And besides," she said, kissing him quickly, "I don't need him." Oh, how awful she felt lying to him.

"Can I call you Mari?" he asked, his voice strained and stunned.

"Of course not," she said. "You know it doesn't fit. And you can't get me to sing, either."

"But come on—"

"Not a chance, pen boy."

"Oh, whatever. At least I finally have my answer," he said. I smiled and died at the same time. Smiled, because I cared about Nathanael. Died, because I knew I wouldn't last very long without cutting again.

(Was this sad for you? Was it just right? Or do you want to suggest something? SEQUEL, GUYS! :))