Nathalie groaned. Why was being Gabriel's secretary so stressful?

Ever since Gabriel's incident with the lamps during the summer, Nathalie made sure there was only two lamps at the far end of his office and had even moved her desk inside so she could keep an eye on him. And since then, all she was doing was trying to stop him pole dancing on the lamp poles.

"Sir, you need to finish the spring line, there is simply no time to waste!"

Gabriel struggled against Nathalie's surprisingly strong grasp. "Nathalie! I need the light! I can't concentrate without it!"

"I'll take it away then!"

Gabriel gasped. "NO! No…please? Just, a little exposure to light daily should help cure my addiction right?" He stopped squirming and pouted. It was a…new look on him, she supposed.

She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Fine. Just 10 minutes. The spring line has to be done by the end of the month."

Gabriel's face lit up as he hugged the lamp, staring into the bulb. Nathalie half-smiled but shook her head, reminding herself she has to be ready to potentially extend the deadline for that spring line.

Here comes the stress. She welcomed it with not so much open arms.

Gabriel knocked on the door.

"Adrien?"

Adrien opened it and smiled up at his father. "Hey, dad."

Gabriel smiled as well. His son really did have Emilie's smile and it was the only thing he lived for at this point.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out for a walk? I was going to head out to clear my head and maybe find some inspiration for the spring line."

"I'd love to! But, wasn't the spring line deadline last week?"

Gabriel winced. "Yes? But, I may have had a massive lack of inspiration. I mean, to be fair, there are only a few things missing; most of it has been completed. Just the extra…oomph!"

Adrien laughed. Ever since the incident, his father had loosened up and it even showed through the clothes he designed. There was actual colour on them, instead of the boring, bland formalwear 'Gabriel' used to design. Ever since the change, business is booming because, well, colour attracts a lot of people?

"Of course fa-dad. I'll get my coat."

Gabriel beamed. His eyes followed the back of his son's head as he got his coat, forever grateful for someone in this life who loves him just as much as, or possibly more, than Emilie did.

Shaking his head to rid the depressing thoughts, he spoke.

"Shall we?"

"We shall, dad."

When Gabriel Agreste appeared at the Dupain-Cheng's Bakery, Sabine certainly was not expecting him to ask for lessons on how to parent. And she was most certainly not expecting him to ask her daughter questions about his own son.

"Of course, Mr Agreste!"

"Thank you! By the way, you can call me Gabriel! And also, how much is each session?"

Sabine smiled. "This course is on the house."

"I insist! Giving parenting courses to someone like me mustn't be a simple task."

"Lesson one, Gabriel. Get rid of the whole 'someone like me' line of thinking. If you can't accept yourself, how can you expect your son to?"

"I've got it!"

Adrien jumped. "Got what, dad?"

"Ideas. I've got ideas. Home. Let's go home!"

"O-Okay?"

Adrien followed his father back to the mansion, whistling happily.

"Adrien, Gabriel has asked that you be present during the meeting of the new clothing line."

Adrien smiled at Nathalie. "Sure! When is it?"

Nathalie looked at her tablet. "In 20 minutes."

The blond flinched. "20 minutes?!"

Nathalie sighed. "Yes. He prepared a meeting last minute since the clothing line promotions should begin by tomorrow. You're going to need to model for them as well. We have a sample of each item of clothing that you're going to model at the meeting so we can fix up a few things."

"Ok, I'll be right there."

Adrien stumbled to dress a little smarter than his usual attire, combing his hair back.

"GABRIEL AGRESTE! YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT!"

"Geez, what's up with her?" Plagg flew into the mini-fridge under Adrien's desk, coming out again with a wheel of camembert. "I want to enjoy my camembert in peace, not screeching."

"Cut it out, Plagg. Nathalie never screams like that. I should check it out."

When he got to the dining room, Adrien gasped. His mind stopped for a split second before he burst out laughing. His legs gave way, so he ended up rolling on the floor, gasping for air.

"ADRIEN! DO NOT ENCOURAGE THIS!"

"I'm s-sorry Nathalie! But you can't deny it's funny!"

Nathalie looked as if she were about to rip out every strand of her hair in one go. Her voice dropped. "Agreste Jr. Try to fix this." With that, she left. Adrien could have sworn he heard a glass smash in the office. Shrugging, he went to his dad, who was buried in the sample clothes he was supposed to model.

"Dad?"

Gabriel emerged from the pile, laughing hysterically. "Ah! Adrien!"

"Dad…"

"Adrien?"

"Why have you eaten the clothes I was supposed to model?"

Gabriel scratched his neck nervously. "You see, it's as if they were calling out to me. They smelt heavenly, and taste even better! Plus, I didn't eat all of them."

Adrien suppressed his laugh. "What about the spring line?"

"Oh, no worries. I can get more of these. While eating them, I found areas for improvement. So it worked out well. The meeting is cancelled, son. Go and get comfortable."

The blond nodded and left the room, bolting up to his room and shutting the door.

"So what happened? Why was secretary lady screaming?"

Adrien started laughing, slapping his leg. He quickly ran out of breath, though, so caught his breath before speaking.

"Dad ate t-the clothes I was s-supposed to m-model for and – "

That's as far as he got before bursting into yet another fit of laughter.

Plagg blinked, deciding to ignore his holder and sleep in his, now empty, wheel of Camembert. "I shall sleep surrounded by the scent of my beloved Camembert." As soon as he closed his eyes, Adrien let out a rather loud screech of laughter.

"Adrien, if you don't mind, some of us are tRYING TO SLEEP HERE!"

"Sorry, Plagg, I'll shush now," the blond replied, holding his hands over his mouth to muffle his ongoing laughter. He quickly took them off again, composing himself. "Actually, Plagg, you can sleep in my pocket. We're going to Marinette's house."

The Kwami groaned, flying into his holder's inside pocket. "It's better than no sleep," he grumbled before falling asleep.

Author's Notes:

Here we are, y'all. A part 2.

I haven't been active at all. I know. And I do apologise, but it's with great sadness I say that I've completely lost interest in the Miraculous fandom. It doesn't necessarily mean I'll stop writing altogether, but it's definitely not going to be something I do on a regular basis, like before. I'm really sorry about this, again, as I know and can relate to how much people hate it when an author discontinues a story or doesn't write as well. But I hope you can understand that I only posted these stories while having interest. I have so many ideas still but lack the motivation to write. You guys help, you really do, but this whole quarantine doesn't really set the mood for anything, to be honest.

Make sure you stay safe, y'all!

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