Single Mom

She has personal life

NOTE BEFORE READING:

The original fanfic is in Portuguese, this is a translation as is the Spanish version. I am not fluent in English, in fact my level is basic, I used translators as help. I apologize for the possible mistakes and to let me know so that I can correct them.

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 It was late afternoon and the Paris sky was painted in the most diverse orange tones. However, the studio at the Agreste mansion was still filled with a strong white light, something that could even blind those who were not used to it. The room was also immersed in the most absolute silence, which was interrupted only occasionally by the sound of a delicate and fast typing.

That peace was rudely interrupted by a telephone ring. It was a discreet touch, not as loud as the break of silence made it seem, but even so it was a completely unknown sound for Agreste.

The man stared at the assistant, making his displeasure clear. She, in turn, looked at the cell phone nervously, taking it in her hands in a hurried and awkward way. Then, Nathalie hurried steps out of the studio, completely ignoring the superior and his possible curiosity to know what it was, but making it clear that it seemed to be important to her.

It is not as if the assistant was forbidden to receive personal calls, which does not mean that it happened frequently - or that at least it had already happened. Nathalie was extremely professional, always keeping her coldness mask intact, which only made her departure in an alarmed way become a focus for Gabriel's curiosity.

It would be rude if he tried to hear behind the door, but nothing could stop him from hearing anything if he passed Nathalie to get a cup of coffee. The idea pleased him, it had been a few hours since he took a break from work... and it would be interesting to find out what made the assistant nervous.

However, when Gabriel opened the doors of his sanctuary, he found the assistant wandering from side to side in what appeared to be the end of the call:

— Yes Yes! I will go as soon as possible! Thanks for warning me. — her voice came out full of concern, while the device was removed from her face — It must take me an hour, then twenty minutes until we arrive and another hour back — She began to murmur, still walking aimlessly through the mansion's entrance while doing your calculations.

— Nathalie, — Gabriel finally made himself noticed — should I assume it's an emergency?

— Yes! I need to go to... — She sighed and nodded before continuing. Once again, his mask of coldness was put on, accompanied by a calm and listless voice — No, it is nothing really urgent. I can solve it in a few minutes by making calls.

It was as if Agreste's curiosity was being put at stake: if he allowed Nathalie to go, he probably wouldn't know what she was going to do until she returned; if she stayed and made the calls, she might be able to hear something. In any case, he let his common sense speak louder - whatever it was, it seemed to be serious.

— You can end your shift earlier today. Take advantage of tomorrow's break to resolve your private matter. — The words were said with disinterest, perfectly disguising Gabriel's latent curiosity. When he noticed the assistant trying to order something on the phone screen with shaking hands, he realized how serious the problem must be and how nervous she really was under the appearance she wanted to appear — You... — he stared at the bodyguard son, who throughout the time was standing in front of the boy's bedroom door — Go with her. — Ordered, implying that Nathalie should be accompanied wherever and for how long it was necessary.