You were on your way to a special event, one you really didn't want to attend. It was just another excuse for the rich to flaunt their wealth, but you decided to go at the last minute. You grabbed a random dress from your wardrobe and put it on. It wasn't new, but you hadn't worn it yet. It hugged your waist perfectly and the color was the loveliest tone you had ever seen.

As you approached the main entrance, a man blocked your way. "Can I see your ticket?" He asked, and you searched your bag, but you couldn't find it. "Uh, I had it a minute ago." You said, and he laughed. "No ticket, no entry." As you were about to leave, a tall man a few years older then you put his hand around your waist.

"She's with me." He said, and the man collecting tickets just shrugged and said. "Sure, sir." When you two entered the building, you asked curiously. "Why didn't he ask for your ticket?"

"Because I own him and this building, and I'm his boss." He answered, as if it were no big deal.