Who Knew...?

Who Knew Part 1

"Adrien. May I have a word with you?" Gabriel asked, in his usual blank tone.

"Yes father." Adrien sighed, looking up from his phone. The young man walked over to his father's desk.

"You have reached of an age where I believe you should be married." Gabriel pointed out.

Adrien didn't know what his father was hinting at, but he knew that whatever was coming next, wouldn't be good news. "Yes, I am aware." he shrugged. "And..?"

"My head designer, surprisingly, is your age. She is a poise, beautiful young woman. And since you can't design, the Agreste brand's hope lies in her talented hands." he said, with a small smile.

SMILE. Gabriel Agreste was known to be an emotionless person. He always wore a straight face, and NEVER talked about other people in a good way. Whoever this young woman might've been, she was probably a goddess. "That's great father." Adrien hummed, not seeing the point of this discussion.

"Yes, she is great. But recently, I've been thinking. Though she is fully capable of taking over my company, a non-Agreste taking reigns of Agreste Fashions will certainly rise some problems."

Adrien tipped his head to the side, "and how exactly will you solve this problem of yours?" he asked, only half interested.

"Good question. Mari is like my daughter, she joined my company when she was quite young. 19 years old I think. Now she's 24, and she's the most successful designers the world has ever seen. The problem is that she isn't an Agreste." he repeated. "So I decided to find her a suitable husband."

Adrien's eyes widened. "FATHER! You are going to marry a 24 year old!?" He screamed.

Gabriel gave his son a dirty look. "No, YOU are going to marry her."

Adrien looked like he was about to faint. 'NO! NO NO NO!' he thought.

"I can't accept this. I mean... I don't even know her." he shouted.

"Adrien! You have to understand. It's the only way the Agreste company will survive." Gabriel said to his son, in a gruff voice.

"NO!" he shouted. Adrien had no idea what had gotten into his father, but it wasn't good. "NO!"

"Adrien, you have to, and that's final." Gabriel said.
There was no point in arguing, not with Gabriel, Adrien trudged up to his room.

"Miss Dupain-Cheng will be here soon, and I want you to wash up, and put on your best model looks. I am not going to have her see you like this. And you WILL respect her, whether you want to or not!" Gabriel called as Adrien angrily trudged upstairs.
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Adrien walked downstairs in a green dress shirt and black jeans. Both designed by Agreste, of course.

"Yes, Mr. Agreste, you needed to have a word with me?" he heard a voice from his father's office. "Oh! I'm glad you came! I had to discuss something important with you." he heard his father's laugh echo through the hall. Gabriel never laughed, now this was interesting.

"Mr. Agreste, I wouldn't have missed it for the world, so what's going on?" A lady in raven blue hair asked.

"Miss Dupain, I have been thinking about handing the company over to you, I mean, to prepare you for the handling of Agreste." he said, pausing to clear his throat. "I've talked to your parents, and they think this is great. I have their permission, and now I need yours. I want you to marry my son."

The raven haired lady let out a gasp. "No way." she whispered.

"Look, I know this is fast and all, but... as I explained to you, the Agreste company would be better is handled by an Agreste. And my son, has no interest in designing. Of course, Adrien may be a model, and an Actor, but he isn't a designer. I need you to do this for me dear." Gabriel pleaded.