Once the two entered the office there was no one, not a single soul in sight.
Gabriel was absolutely no where to be found which not only worried Nathalie more, but also made the thought of him being with Emilie seem more real to the assistant, which she absolutely hated.

"Well..." Adrien looked up at his basically mother, and when he saw a tiny tear hiding in the woman's eye, he without hesitation grabbed her hand "...Nath it will be fine. I'm sure he's just...busy...with work and stuff. You know father is always busy, I mean he doesn't even have time for me."

"Oh Adrien!" The woman replied before unexpectedly breaking down and by that hugging the teenager "Your father loves you very dearly, and I bet he'd love to spend time with you...but you know...ever since-"

"-my mother died he's gone crazy." The boy sighed "yes I know. Unfortunately it is very obvious that he can't spend any time with people he loves and values. All his mind has ever been stuck on is her, a-and t-though I very much miss my mother I still don't neglect anyone!" Shouted the blond boy who by now was very roughly squeezing Nathalie's hand in his anger. However as much as it was not a pleasant feeling the dark haired woman didn't move or pull away her hand, she stayed exactly where she was because she hasn't seen the boy like this in quite a while, and so she quite literally wanted him to let out his rage.
It would be better that way.

I'm the meantime the grey haired man was not with his wife like everyone would've expected.
He was in one of his many secret rooms, hiding and doing stuff no one ever knew about.

"Master-" said the purple thing before getting cut off by his owner.

"Yes Nooroo I know." The designer answered sounding a bit frustrated "I can feel the negative emotion too."

"And you know who it's coming from Master?"

"Why does that matter?" Gabriel looked up "Why should I care about some random person in Paris who is feeling sad?"

"Well Master...that random person who is sad in Paris is actually your assistant, alongside your son, that's why the negative emotion is so strong, because it's coming from two people who share the same problem."

"Same problem?" He wondered. "They're both upset because of the same thing?..."

"Yes Master." Nooroo nodded and closed his eyes for a second, but when he opened them again his owner could no longer be seen, he without hesitation ran out of his secret room and hurried towards the office where he predicted both of the sad people to be.

Indeed the man was right because when Gabriel pushed open the doors of his workplace he without fail found the two, crying in each other's arms whilst occasionally attempting to comfort one another.

"Nathalie?" The designer uttered as he walked closer and gently placed a hand on his assistant's shoulder, then he tilted his head a bit down, and looked at his child who was compressed in the woman's arms looking very comfortable, yet also very depressed.
"Son?" Gabriel said before trying to place his other hand on his child's shoulder, however unlike the assistant the blond boy pulled away and unpredictably began shouting.

"How dare you!"

"How dare I what?"

"How dare you leave Nathalie behind! You can't just use her like some object!!"

"I-..." the grey haired man glanced over at the sobbing woman, and by seeing how she was still uncontrollably crying he couldn't help but ask "...Nathalie do you feel as if I am using you?"

The assistant didn't answer, she only shook her head, gave Adrien a short glance before turning away from everyone and running straight out of the office.

"Nathalie wait!" Gabriel shouted but it was already too late. His Nathalie was long gone and there was nothing left to do.
He messed up.

Yet the man couldn't even have a single second to himself in which he could've thought of what he's done wrong because suddenly his own kid began ranting furiously.

"Wow good job." The blond boy scoffed, staring at his father, disgusted "you completely destroyed my mother figure, and also my only parental figure in life."

"Adrien I-...I didn't mean to, in fact I honestly don't know what I did wrong, I simply was-...was busy designing a dress-"

"-Exactly!!" The kid shouted, scaring his father to his own surprise "You're always 'busy'!! Busy doing this, busy doing that! However you can never make time for family! You can never even have a dinner or a lunch with me!"

"I-"

"I literally need to book a time in your calendar if I'd like to spend time with you! And guess what, most of the time you cancel, most of the time I end up eating alone, watching movies alone, doing whatever we planned, alone, whilst you talk to that god fucking damn statute outside in the garden as if it was an actual person! ITS FUCKING STONE!! A FUCKING STONE GETS MORE ATTENTION FROM YOU THAN ME!!"

"I-"

"Don't even apologize father, I won't forgive anyway."

With that Adrien followed in Nathalie's footsteps by running away.

Now leaving the grey haired man all alone, which not only gave him a taste of his own medicine but also made Gabriel realize just exactly how bad of a person he's been, at least towards his son. However with Nathalie it was different.
There he didn't know what he did wrong, but surely the woman must've had a good reason to act so distant and cold towards him, so whilst the designer tried his best to figure out why the assistant was so mad he also made his way up the stairs and into his room where just as predictable he found Nathalie.

She was hurrying to gather all her stuff from her boss's room and then run away, but before she could've made it her superior appeared before her.

"Nath?" Gabriel began "What have I done?" He asked as he lifted her 'fallen down' face that was staring down at the floor in shame. "How did I hurt you? Please tell me!"

"Sir-" she shook her head "I-I-I c-can't-"

"P-please...please tell me." The designer tried again, and though she should've stayed strong the assistant couldn't help herself. Gabriel was too good with his words there which made the woman completely break.

"We've got a problem." She cried "And I don't know how to fix it!"

To be continued-