Night watcher, I am Chloe Bourgeois! || Miraculous Ladybug

Independent turn

Apparently, the camera was on the entire time.

It went LIVE in Paris.

I find that out in the evening.

"It was LIVE?"

After a pause, my butler nod in pain.

"Fuck."

"Madam??" He freaked out at my cursing.

"That came out in reflex, I'll have you know so don't give me that look. I've committed a sin."

"Where did you even learn it?"

I didn't answer.

I set my book aside and leaned on my pillow. Hands placed on my chin.

This is bad.

My image is already not good and then this. A massive negative outlook of me in public will ruin my future.

According to what my niece of my previous life told me, 'Chloe' at the end of season 4 or 5 was banished from Paris, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 '𝘩𝘦𝘳' 𝘮𝘰𝘮.

I can endure banishment because it was New York, if I'm remembering it right, but I am NOT staying with mom, nah-ah.

I can't have that for my future and for my goals.

"John lon, play that news."

He nodded and switched on the TV in my room.

The news started when they first appeared in front of the hospital.

It has been on the roll since then?

I felt annoyed and cheated. They didn't inform me of this beforehand.

How dare they.

They approached a nurse who was sitting on a bench outside the building, eating a sandwich, looking tired.

She looked like my overworked civil servant self from my previous life. . .

«Excuse me? Where can we find Miss Chloe Bourgeois?»

Again, the report did not introduce herself and the purpose of asking to visit a patient.

Also, why didn't they inform the counter?

«Ugh» she looked too tired to look up. «Probably on the fourth floor in one of the rooms in the east.»

First, no matter how tired she was but that was a clear lack of privacy of patients by hospital staff. Second, the reporter is an utter nuisance, this world doesn't seem to be lacking in any of those.

Understandable, since the behavior of the protagonist herself is really questionable. Expecting right things from side characters are putting the bar too high when the highest bar is set too low. . . There are a minority of exceptions though.

After the cameraman and the reporter reached the fourth floor east wing there were 5 separate rooms. My room was the corner one but they entered every room calling my name in enthusiasm.

As I said, utter nuisances. Even the patients were agitated from the sudden entrance of strangers. Although they did leave with an awkward apology but that should not excuse this behavior.

Then came my room. They greeted me—wow I looked so done. How come they didn't take the hint and leave right then and there?

Then again, this world is something of a 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘐𝘘.

«Miss Chloe Bourgeois! I am here as the intermediate between the public and you! Would you like to answer the questions?»

There it is.