(The devil wears prada AU!)

The sound of expensive Prada shoes was heard as Visenya entered the building, the limo she had stepped out of being left behind as she took confident steps. She knew that no one was truly prepared for her arrival, those idiots never were and that only irritated her more. Being the editor of Runway, a major fashion magazine that was popular all over the world, whoever worked for her always had to be ready.

Everyone was nervous around Visenya, they knew how important she was and how insanely critical she could be, especially when it came to fashion - and assistants.

As she walked towards the building's elevator to go up to the studio, she could almost see the chaos that had begun upstairs as everyone tried to rush to get ready for her, especially since she had arrived early for this meeting. Something she did more often than she should have. The elevator doors open, her black leather dress and the classic scent of her Chanel No. 5 appears to everyone.

"Where's my coffee? Why do you have to be such an imbecile?" Visenya asks in a harsh tone as she heads to her office, speaking to you, her assistant as she hands you her crocodile bag, where her old iguana - Vhagar - was.