scaramouche was your boss. you have been working for him for years now, and he hasn't given you a promotion, praise, nothing. but you didn't want to say anything because it's better not to get fired. you worked for Vogue, and made the outfits for the models. while you were in the hall you had bumped into scaramouche and spilt you coffee on him "tch are you kidding me?! do you know how much this shirt costs?! how pathetic!"