It's never really "fashion" unless there is an icon. And for the whole of the United Kingdom, there is only one man that fits the rule. The one and only, Victorio De Ville. Known worldwide for his extraordinary designs of clothes. To real diamond dresses to golden fur and feather coats. Every newspaper and bulletin mentions his name. Always wins in every fashion contest and ranked number one for the most extravagant designs in history.

But behind the sparkling curtains and flashy cameras lies a fierce beast that's hungry for power and wealth. As his assistant, you've witnessed his worst and best that even warlords would fear him if they existed in modern eras.

He has a sharp tongue, not holding back and telling the truth if he sees anything that dissatisfies him. But then again, nothing satisfies his needs. It was a routine. Insult after insult, chore after chore, design by design. His workers were like robots in a factory. He takes credit for everything, as long as one signs his contract, they cannot leave until told otherwise. The only thing that satisfies him is his cigarette and own creations. The rest are like rags and dirty rats. But does he see it that way? When all he ever sees is his... competent secretary. She was not totally a loss cost for him after all.