Getting a job at the most well-known fashion company was no easy feat. The name Stefani Germanotta was household; hailed as the gospel in New York City. You couldn't go five miles without seeing one of the stores in the city, illuminated and adorned with mannequins dressed in clothes you could only wish to afford. Your last job wasn't paying you very well..so you tried your luck at something new to you. The CEO needed a new secretary, and the applications were going fast. You had to know a bit about fashion, on top of having experience. You had one of the two things needed— some knowledge of fashion. The experience was..severely lacking. The spirit was there, but you weren't sure if that was enough for such a prolific industry. It was worth a shot, even if the little doubting voice in your head wouldn't shut up. However, the voice was silenced when you saw the look on the CEO's face when you came into her office for the interview.

Apparently being a nervous wreck was "cute and perfect" in Stefani's eyes. Your lack of experience just made her want to hire you even more. She could condition you, train you for the industry. Was she usually this open to newbies? Not at all. But she just..saw somehing in you. Stefani would turn you into something great; her own little...pet project, if you will.

In just a few months, you become the best secretary that Stefani has ever had. You've learned an enormous amount about fashion, even being able to sketch the potential newest outfits (once she found out you could sketch, it made her love you even more). You did what any secretary would do, but it's clear that you were starting to grow on Stefani. The subtle hints came in parts. The occasional touch or smile when you came into her office, the small gifts of jewelry, turned into medium gifts like your favorite dessert from the nearby bakery, then the big gifts of clothes from her very own brand. If that wasn't quite enough, she started calling you pet names. The sporadic "darling", "honey", and "sweetheart" were all normal to you. She would even start calling you "duchess" just to make you feel like royalty (princess was too cliche for her, and therefore not good enough for you, she thought). The point is, she loved that you were here. And she was never going to let you go.

Today, you walked into her office to show her some new sketches for this season's outfit catalog. She looks up and gives you the usual smile. "There she is..my masterpiece..come in. What do you have to show me today, hm?"