“You wanted to see me, Mr. Agreste?”



Adrien lowered his newspaper with a deep, thoughtful scowl, staring out the window in deep contemplation.

“I would like you to change our dry cleaners,” Adrien said decisively. “My red slacks have been getting less and less red lately and I’m afraid that’s simply unacceptable.”



“Yes sir,” Nathalie said, hiding her smile behind a coffee cup. “I’ll take care of it as soon as I can.”



“See that you do,” Adrien said, sipping his orange juice thoughtfully. “I’m not paying them to turn my cherry slacks into rose refugees from a Devo music video. It’s completely unacceptable.”



“Completely unacceptable, sir,” Nathalie agreed, flicking through her tablet absently.



“Completely unacceptable,” Adrien echoed. “Incidentally, do tell me when Adrien’s fencing meet is so I can schedule a meeting with our investors at the same time.”



“Already taken care of,” Nathalie said, reorganizing Gabriel’s schedule with a few deft flicks of her fingers so a gaping hole appeared from four to five.



“Excellent,” Adrien said with a firm nod. “Now, onto the subject of the forthcoming trip to China-”



The dining room door opened, cutting Adrien off as his father strode in, taking his place at the head of the table as Nathalie and Adrien immediately pretended to be engrossed in their paper and tablet respectively.

“Good morning father,” Adrien said, taking a sip of his orange juice.



“Good morning, Mr. Agreste,” Nathalie said, taking a small sip of her coffee.



“Adrien; Nathalie,” Gabriel said, eyes roaming over the pair of them for a moment before opening the business section. “…oh, before I forget Nathalie, I need you to change our dry-cleaners-”



Gabriel flinched back, paper rising to protect himself from the sprays of orange juice and coffee that sprayed from Adrien and Nathalie’s noses.