Please, Forgive Me || ADRIENETTE

5. Bring down his Tesla!

Marinette shook her head out of the flashback of five years ago and brought herself back to reality.

Adrien was a God through his words of persuasion. Marinette didn't know how they ended up back in the office, sitting on opposite sides of each other on the couch, with tea and coffee brought up by Sabrina. Nonetheless, the two sat in awkward silence as they sipped on their drinks.

But shortly after, Adrien started, "So." he smiled sheepishly, "How have you been."

Marinette rolled her eyes setting her tea cup down and gave me a tAre'are you serious' face. "Isn't that illegal to ask, I can take you up on HR for harassment, you know. You're abusing your power as my interviewer--"

He chuckled, it was just like Marinette to bring up law and justice as she did. Back in high school, when she saw the improper, she'd always add her two cents. That was a trait Adrien hated about her during high school.

"Relax Mari, this could be seen as old friends catching up,"

She furrowed her brows at his response which caught her off guard. 'Friends?' she mentally scoffed at that statement. 'Since when had he ever considered me a friend'.

Back in high school, it was like Adrien's life-long mission to make her feel miserable, never a happy moment in the slightest when those two were together. They were always fighting, and not the 'lovers quarrel' that Alya would insist the two would have, but throwing rude remarks and nasty looks every minute.

She furrowed her brows and reached into her pouch and brought out a red folder tucked away. He stared at her confused as to what she had in store for him, and was handed the folder for him to review. It was her portfolio.

She had prepared her background check, resume, past jobs, and even some of her work and designs that she wasn't able to sell in China. "Maybe you've forgotten, Adrien. But I am here for an interview, nothing more."

He stared at her in awe as she held a stern face that yelled strictly business. Normally, Adrien would not expect this from his staff, but he didn't like this at all. She was showing no effort in trying to reconnect or even talk about what happened in the past.

Was he the only one thinking about her?

He mentally shook his head and his small smile had thinned out to a fine line. If she wanted to be taken seriously, then she was going to be treated seriously. "So, what makes you think you're qualified for my company."

Marinette flinched at Adrien's sudden switch in attitude. I knew he was bipolar, but this is on a whole different level. "Well, if you take a look at my portfolio--"

"No," he simply stated, tossing her folder disregarding the long and hard work she put into those ten pages, and leaned back folding his arms and crossing his legs. "I wanna hear it straight from you, not from silly papers."

She scoffed, "Adrien, they're not silly--"

"That will be Mr. Agreste to you, Ms. Dupain-Cheng." He corrected, snapping at her with a harsh look. Her agape mouth quickly closed in shock at the awfully rude tone that he used against her, shock appearing on her face. "Now if you please, without wasting any more of my time, answer my question. What makes you think you're qualified for this position."

Her brain and words began to scramble. She had prepared for this question many times in the elevator, but the atmosphere and his entire presence had completely left her thoughts blank. "Well--uhh-- I am very reliable--" she began to stutter, but before she could even  carry out her response, the blonde interrupted.

"Reliable?" he scoffed, "you were two minutes late for your interview, and not to mention you had a reputation for that 'bad sleeping' schedule of yours," he said sarcastically. Marinette gasped in shock, her heart beating frantically, sending her body signals that screamed her anxiety and insecurities were coming out. "Next question, how well do you work with others?"