Hey! Claire here!

So, I decided to break my own rule, just this once, and post this chapter before I had the next one finished because a very special someone has made an appearance and I practically burst into tears when I saw that she had spammed me in the reviews! This chapter goes out to my wonderful, amazing, and stupendous Spidey!

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Mirami03: Personally I don't like the cruel and heartless way that Gabriel is portrayed in both the cannon universe and in the fanfiction universe. There's always two sides to every story, take chloe for example. She can be cruel and judgmental but she's misguided and mistreated and not very many people in her life give her the love and attention she needs so she lashes out. She's possessive of Adrien and tries to keep him to herself because Adrien is one of the few people other than sabrina that are kind to her. Same goes for Lila, she comes from a very unloving home and lashes out due to pain and lies to make up for the fact that her family never gave a crap about her. I bet hardly any of you thought of it that way.

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Without further ado! I bring to you, the 4th chapter of this story, 'Offer'

(Offer) to propose or put forward an idea for consideration.

Marinette's POV

Alya drops me off at home while Adrien is still at work and not even ten minutes after I get home, my phone starts ringing.

When I read the caller ID I nearly drop my phone.

Surely there's been a mistake right? There's no way Audrey Bourgeois could have my number right?

I answer the call.

"H-Hello? This is M-Marinette Dupain-Cheng?"

"Is that a question or a statement, darling?" a femminine voice makes its way through the speakers with a quite commanding tone.

"Uh, statement madame."

"You don't seem so sure of yourself. Are you of are you not Martinette dupain-Cheng?"

I take a deep breath. "I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"Very well. We'll have to work on your confidence, child, but for now I have a proposition for you. You see, My former student, Gabriel Agreste stumbled across quite a spectacular portfolio just a few days ago and from what he told me it was yours."

"Wait what?"

Who? What? When? Why? How?

"He told me he'd quite like to have you as his news senior design assistant. The only problem was that you don't have any job experience in that field of work and Gabriel will be working in Italy for the next two years starting up the new Italian branch of his company and won't have time to train you. So he sent me your portfolio and we struck a deal. You will be training under my authority and familiarizing yourself with each position in the company for the next two years until you graduate University in New York and head home to work for Gabriel."

I'm entirely confused and thrilled by her offer until she udder those two words.

"New York? As in New York City in the United States of America?" I ask already knowing her answer.

"Where else would I be talking about? New York is the headquarters of my fashion empire.

New York? Leaving to live in New York? For two years? Two years away from Paris, my home, my family, my friends…

Two years without Adrien…

"Madame Bourgeois, I can't accept your offer no matter how promising it sounds. I have so many people here in Paris that I can't bear to leave behind. I'm really sorry…" I admit.

"We don't want to be too rash about things now do we? how about this, Darling; I'll give you a week to talk to your loved ones and decide, give me a call by the end of the week with your decision and we'll go from there. Does that sound alright?"

"Yes Madame Bourgeois."

"Call me Audrey, Darling," she requests before she hangs up.

Adrien's POV

It's late when I get home and Marinette's overnight bag is sitting partially unpacked on her bed.

I find a small note on the counter.

Went out to get groceries, there's leftovers in the fridge. -Mari.

By the time I finish dinner the sun has long since set and I begin to worry. I grab my jacket and shoes and head out the door while calling Alya, who apparently thought Marinette was still at home. I called around to several more of her friends who all say they have no idea where she is. By now all the stores are closed and the only place I haven't checked is her parent's house above the bakery.

I quickly make my way to the back door and ring the doorbell. Marinette eventually opens the door with a look of shock. I pull her into a tight hug.

"Don't scare me like that Mari…" I mumble.

"I'm fine Adrien" She smiles but her eyes tell me she's lost and conflicted.

I wrap my arm around her waist and we walk inside. We both take a seat on the couch and she rests her head on my shoulder.

"Please tell me what's wrong, Bugaboo." I beg.

"I-I got a job offer…" she sounds as if she's horrified by the statement.

A smile creeps up onto my face. "That's great! Who offered?" This had to have been my Father's doing.

"Audrey Bourgeois called me before you go home and offered me a job." Marinette admits.

"Is it a good position?" I ask.

"It's a really great offer and it could be an amazing boost for my career but-" Marinette pauses for a moment to take a deep breath. "I can't accept her offer…"

In a moments time my thoughts jump from ecstatic to disappointed and confused.

"Well, why not?"

"If I accepted I would be living, working, and finishing University in New York City for the next two years." She sighs and looks away.

"Ohh…" I mumble.

We sit in silence for what seems like forever as I try to figure out what to say.

To be honest I don't want her to leave. I want to keep her in my arms and never let go. I want to protect her and care for her and be by her side for the end of time.

I know that this job would be good for her. I know that she could be happy in New York, but what if she never comes back? What if she falls in love with some other guy? What if our friendship doesn't last?

A fleeting thought catches my attention. If you love someone, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours, if they don't they never were.

I need to trust her.

"I think you should accept her offer," I blurt.

Marinette's gaze quickly meets mine.

"What?"

"It's only two years you know." I admit.

"Two years without my family and my best friend would be a living nightmare," she scoffs.

"You wouldn't be without us Mari."

"What are you gonna say? We'll always be in each others hearts so therefore we'll never be apart?"

"No, too cheesy. More like something along the lines of 'There's always skype and phone calls.'"

"It's a five hour time zone difference and I'm pretty much guaranteed not to get enough vacation time to fly home because holidays are busy seasons for designers, you know that," she argues.

I sigh and turn to pull her into a hug.

"I made a promise not to let anything get in the way of our friendship four years ago. If you think that a little bit of time zone difference and busy schedules are going to keep me from you, then you're wrong. I refuse to be the reason why you won't take this job. You will always be my best friend and we will make time for each other ok? I don't care if I start having to pull late nights for you.

"I will do anything to make sure you are happy. Even if you're all the way in New York."