Marinette found herself waiting outside Adrien's office. She always dreamed of the day she would sit there nervously waiting for a chance to present her portefolio to the one and only, Gabriel Agreste. The one that inspired her to be who she was, her idol at heart.

Though things didn't exactly turned out as she was expecting, the truth was she had the chance without even trying for it. Of course she had done a lot of work in recent years but she didn't even had to go to the company and pray to get chosen. The opportunity came to her, even if not given by Gabriel but by his son, Adrien.

Not long after, the door open revealing a tall handsome man. He was still has breath taking as on his teenage years. Beautiful face, well built body and always fashionable. What are you thinking of Marinette?! You are a married woman now!

"Marinette" He smiled has he shook her hand awkwardly. They hadnt seen each other in years and it was noticeable that neither knew how to act, if as friends or nothing more then acquaintances.

"Adrien, it's good to see you." She smilled.

He gestured for her to enter his office. It had a modern sofisticated look to it, with white furniture, gray walls and a hint of green added by a few plants. On the walls, some modern art was displayed but even though all was beautifully placed, something was off. To Marinette the space looked hollow, lacking something. Nothing on that place made her identify Adrien. He might had changed but nothing there made her think of her former classmate.

"It's a beautiful office."

"Thank you. I tried to keep it just like my father always had." She had guessed that.

"Your father had good taste. No wonder he got so far with his company." He nodded deciding not to answer her remark. He didnt seem to enjoy the topic so the dark haired girl decided to stay quiet.

"So I would guess you read my letter." He started. "I always enjoyed your fashion choice and you even picked my father's interest when your hat design was chosen back in middle school."

Marinette blinked in surprise as he mentioned it. That was at least 12 years ago, she was flattered that he remembered it.

"My father had planned to commission you, had he not... passed away." He continued his tone changing.

"Adrien, Im really sorry about that."

"There is no need to be sorry. It's the past." He cleared his throat. " I was lost not knowing what to do on the behalf of the company but I slowly found my way and as I saw your interview the other day I knew I had to contact you.

She smilled.

"I was one of your father's biggest fans."

Time flew by as they talked about buisness but also slightly touch upon their lives changes. Marinette was more then happy to work for a sponsor like Agreste. That would only help her career and part of her felt like she owned Gabriel her own success.

Marinette's phone rang bringing them both back to reality. She had been there for over two hours and Alya was waiting for her. "Sorry, I really have to go."

"Sure. I'm glad I was able to see you." He escorted her to the door.

Once outside, the girl answered the call.

"I'm really sorry Alya, I was just able to answer you now." She apolegized.

"You sure took your sweet time, girl." She rolled her eyes even if Marinetter couldn't see it. "Anyway, big news I was just e-mailed for something big!"

"Oh really? And what must that be?" She chuckled at her friend's enthusiasm.

Alya smirked and cleared her throat.

"I still have no evidence if it's truth but-" she paused dramatically. "Chat Noir sent me a message, as owner of the Ladyblog, to help him find Ladybug."

Marinette almost let her phone fall as the blood left her cheeks. "What?"