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CHAPTER 2:

Wilhelmina stares at her reflection disgustedly, touching the day old beard with hesitation. She reaches for the razor, looking at it warily before putting it down again.

"There is no way that is touching my face."

She finally gets the short hair to look presentable, heading to the room to find something to wear. She finally decides on an Armani suit and a crisp white shirt, checking her reflection again before shrugging.

"This will have to do."

In the Slater house, it is a whole different story.

Daniel eyes his reflection with a jackpot smile he had never seen on Wilhelmina's face. So far his outfit for the day consisted of black La Pearla underwear and heels. He checks himself in the mirror one last time before deciding to go get some breakfast before picking an outfit for the day.

"Miss Slater?"

Daniel turns at the man's surprised voice, arching a brow.

"Yeah?"

"I… was just going to get some… milk for the breast. I mean for the baby."

Daniel grins, sitting down on the kitchen counter, nodding happily.

"Go ahead."

The babysitter hurries to get the milk out of the fridge, tripping over his own feet on his way out of the kitchen. Daniel jumps off the counter, looking at the empty fridge in horror.

"What the hell is wrong with this woman?"

He sighs, heading back to the room and opening the closet.

"Well. This is going to be harder than I thought."

Wilhelmina sighs when the elevator stops on Mode's floor, taking a deep breath.

"Okay. I can do this."

She tries to sneak past reception, but with no avail. Amanda immediately leans towards her suggestively, her eyes wide.

"Hey Daniel! You look good!"

"Shut up!"

She rushes to her office, looking at Marc hopefully.

"I need to see Daniel. I mean, I am Daniel. I need to see Wilhelmina."

Marc looks at her blankly, utter disrespect written on his face.

"Are you drunk?"

"Are you deaf?"

He lifts a brow, shrugging.

"Willie isn't in yet."
"What?"

"You heard me. She isn't in yet."

"Tell him… I mean her… tell her to stop by my office as soon as she's in. And I mean it."

She walks toward Daniel's office with a sigh, retching when she realises that she was going to be staring at Betty Suarez for a whole day.

"Morning, Daniel."
The metallic smile hits her like a truck and she forces herself to smile.

"Morning… Betty."

"Are you okay?"

"I… I'm not feeling myself today. I'll just… go to my office."

Betty nods, still grinning brightly.

"Oh, I need you to approve these. That way we can send it off without Wilhelmina getting it and changing it."

"Oh really?"
Wilhelmina lifts a brow, taking the files.

"Good idea, Betty. We really shouldn't let… Wilhelmina… find these."

She heads to the office, a small smile gracing her face.

Maybe this wasn't so bad after all… She could use it to her advantage...

"Wilhelmina?"

Daniel looks at Amanda with a friendly smile.

"Morning, Amanda."

The blonde pales in terror, sinking back beneath the counter and Daniel shrugs before walking to Wilhelmina's office.

"Willie?"

Marc's eyes widen when he sees his boss walking towards him, dressed the shortest of skirts, paired with a daringly low cut top and heels.

"Morning, Marc."

"Willie, are you okay?"

"Of course. Don't I look okay?"

Marc lifts a brow, eyeing the outfit slowly.

"That depends on whether you're a fashion magazine editor or a courtesan."

"Oh, Marc!"
Daniel laughs, checking his watch.

"So is Wil… I mean Daniel in?"

"Yeah. He was looking for you."
Daniel nods, smirking.
"Of course. I'll just… go to his office right now."

Marc just nods in shock and Daniel rushes to his own office, smiling warmly when he sees Betty.

"Hey Betty."

"Wilhelmina! Morning, I… eh… are you here to see Daniel?"

"Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I'm here to see him. Is he in?"

Betty nods and Daniel throws the door opening, entering the office with a grin. Within seconds Wilhelmina is pressed against him, looking at him threateningly.

"What the hell did you do?"

"Me? Be serious, Wilhelmina. I couldn't have done this. What did you do?"

"Why would I want to steal your body, Daniel?"

"I don't know! Why would I want to steal yours?"

Wilhelmina lifts a brow, looking at Daniel disgustedly.

"I could think of a few reasons. And what the hell am I wearing?"

Daniel smirks, lifting his chin.

"You mean you don't like it?"

"I look like a hooker!"

"And I look like Marc!"

Wilhelmina smirks, shrugging.

"At least you look like you have some fashion sense. I on the other hand…"

Daniel shrugs, looking at her daringly and she grabs his arm, her eyes narrowed.

"Where the hell is my son?"

"With the baby sitter."

"We're going to my place."

"What? Why?"

She throws her hand up in the air furiously.

"Because, Daniel! I want my body back!"

"Don't you think I want mine back too?"

They look at each other warily and Wilhelmina sighs.

"Look, the best way to discuss this is to go to my place and think about why this happened and just… I need to see my son, Daniel."

Daniel finally nods, smiling at her.

"I guess we have to make the best of this."