Sorry for the delay. I've been really lately. It's getting to the point that I worry about not making it next weekend either. I'm trying to cram "Mayor-senpai" into the schedule, though, so don't worry!

Again, please pardon any typos. I'm writing this at 12:50am right now, so don't be surprised if a few errors fly past me. If any aggrivate you, please PM me (or leave it in a review) and I'll rectify it post-haste.

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Enjoy!

Chapter Ten: Eggs Benedict

"Oh, thanks for the coffee, Isabelle," the Mayor said, off-handedly accepting the mug. He couldn't afford to give his lovely assistant too much attention: he had work to do. There was a sudden wave of offers from other mayors to make cross-town projects. They seem to like New Leaf's offerings, and they want to plan more. The Mayor closed his eyes and sighed, leaning back. If only their offers were good for New Leaf. Seriously, what kind of mayor would let another mayor just come over and bulldoze perfectly good land for something that isn't even profitable? Not him, that's for sure. After stamping the proposal with a big fat "DECLINE", the Mayor turned to Isabelle in order to ask for more work, taking a huge gulp from from his nectarous coffee.

He instantly spit it out.

Luckily, Isabelle's rather skimpy outfit wasn't the target of the Mayor's sudden spit-take. She was dressed from head to toe in a "maid outfit", though no real maid would get caught dead in what that shih tzu had on. She grabbed the edges of her short skirt and slightly pulled it up, performing a curtsy. "Are you satisfied, Mayor?"

The Mayor looked into his cup, checking if anything in his coffee was affecting his vision. Just what reason would meek little Isabelle have of dressing up as a French Maid of some sort? Putting the coffee mug in his hand down, he rubbed his eyes, wondering if the ludicrous image would go away. It didn't. While he didn't really dislike her outfit - his mind made sure to store that image of her for later perusal - he found that it wasn't really safe for work "Er… if it makes you happy, Isabelle."

"I live to please," Isabelle said, curtsying again. She went back to the pile of paperwork to get more stuff for the Mayor to do, but that wasn't even on his mind at the moment. With just a simple wardrobe change, she effectively forced herself into the Mayor's mind. "It seems that you aren't well, Mayor. Would you like to take a break?"

"Well, it is getting pretty late," the Mayor commented, looking at his watch with a blank look on his face. Internally, however, there was a struggle to get away from the tempting sight in front of him. It was a hurt on his pride as a gentleman, but Isabelle was just so… wow. "Alright, I'll take my leave. See you tomorrow."

The Mayor got up from his desk and promptly walked out of the Town Hall. As he was greeted by the cool evening breeze, a surge of relief swelled within him. Ah, it's so good not being in the hot seat. Stretching a bit, the Mayor continued on his way back to his house in utter solitude-

Wait, is Isabelle… following him? Yeah, she was. Hands clasped in front of her with her elbows bent near her waist, she was the perfect example of a serene, demure woman. The costume she had on was kinda conflicting with the projected image, but that didn't matter. The Mayor made sure to address what really mattered, "Isabelle, your place is over in that direction."

"I'm quite aware of that, Mayor."

"Then why are you still walking with me?"

"So that I can continue to be of service," Isabelle replied, flashing him a brilliant smile. The Mayor sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He just couldn't say no to that smile, now could he? Turning around, he gave her the brightest smile he could muster.

"If that makes you happy," the Mayor replied, opening the door to his abode, "then welcome home, Isabelle."

The shih tzu paused for a moment, a red tinge appearing on her cheeks. She nodded her head, letting herself in, as the Mayor closed the door behind him, allowing himself to breathe easier. It was just a co-worker staying over, after all. What was the worst that could happen?

XOXOXOX

"ZzzZzzZz." The Mayor snored as he clenched his throw pillow tighter and tighter. He was having the most wonderful dream, and though he couldn't quite put a finger on what kind of dream it was, it was pure ecstacy, and the Mayor didn't want to wake up from it-

"Good morning, Mayor."

"Woah!" the Mayor cried, shocked from the sudden voice. He flew out of bed, wrestling with the covers as he struggled to get up. Just what was a woman doing over at his place so early? Oh yeah. Isabelle was sleeping over. Well, at least he hoped it was Isabelle. She just seemed so off, and the maid costume that she was still wearing wasn't helping. "Oh, Isabelle. It's just you."

"I apologize for the trouble, Mayor," Isabelle replied, extending a hand in the Mayor's direction. He took it, pulling himself back up to his feet. "I took the liberty of making breakfast for you. I do hope that an eggs benedict suits your tastes."

"Sounds great. Let's go," the Mayor said, making his way down to the first floor, where the dining table was located. He was walkig down the stairs when he noticed that there was no one following him. He turned around to see that Isabelle was still upstairs, and from the sound of it, she was sweeping up his room. Inquisitive, the Mayor returned to the second floor, and saw what he expected. The secretary was doing rather un-secretary-like things, like dusting up her boss's room, realigning some of his picture frames, and even reorganizing some of the furnature all in order to make the room look neater. "Hey, Isabelle, I thought we were going to eat."

"Oh, please, go ahead, Mayor. I'm not hungry, and there's a lot to be done around this house," Isabelle replied, motioning towards the broom in her hand. Without another word, she went back to her cleaning business. Scratching his head, the Mayor waked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She looked up into his eyes and asked, "Is there anything else you need taken care of, Mayor?"

"Isabelle, just what are you doing? I appreciate the help and all, but this is unnecessary," the man declared. Sighing, the shih tzu pocketed her equipment. Taking off her Maid's Bonnet, she stared away from the Mayor, guilt evident on her face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mayor," the girl replied, clutching the bonnet to her chest. "I just... I just really want to do so much more for you. I always see you work so hard for your citizens... for me. I just wanted to repay you, that's all."

Isabelle 'eeped' as long arms encircled her. Looking up, she saw the kind and gentle smile of her Mayor grace her. "You're always helping me out, Isabelle. Everytime I'm stressed out behind the Mayor's desk, you bring me a cup of coffee without me even asking. You give me gifts, even without a special occasion. Heck, when I was bogged down by work the other day, you even sent me a letter, which motivated me to keep on going. If I'm working hard, then you're working even harder, my little secretary.

"Now, let's go eat."