Marinette wins her class a trip to Gotham City thanks to encouragement from her friends. She thinks the trip will open up the eyes of her peers that follow Lila blindly. Meanwhile Emylee is just wanting to find Batman and his family for help with Ha...
Emylee's POV I wake up to Travis gently shaking me. He sets my travel mug filled with coffee next to me. I get up and change my clothes. I grab my phone to see what my schedule looks like and groan in annoyance. I walk out of the apartment complex with my purse, travel mug and car keys.
~at the office~
I walk to my office and groan once again. I place my purse down in my chair and turn to my desk. I pick up my tablet and the folder filled with the important papers needed for the meeting. I walk to the meeting room and notice that Gabriel Agreste is here already. "Hello Mr Agreste. I hope you didn't have any troubles with getting here today." I say with a small smile. "Hello Miss Lamb. I didn't have any problems today. And that's a really lovely suit! Who designed it?" He says. Travis walks in with the suit that Marinette made for him. "MDC a new designer." I say. "I'll have to ask you later about this person. Let's just start so I can get back to my house." Gabriel says. I sit down crossing my legs and my eyes harden at his words. The meeting begins with us stating what we would need from him if he wants to continue to do business with us. Then how our sales are doing. The meeting comes to a close and it's already 10:30. Gabriel leaves and I take a photo of Travis and myself. "Are you going to post the suits she made on Instagram?" Travis asks. I nod and start making the post.
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(Travis's suit)
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