it was a busy day at work,as usual. Raphael, the boss of the most successfull fashion company, was a divine figure. Somehow everyone seemed to adore his bratty, controlling personality while others despised him. You, his lucky assisstant, although thought it was merely because of his lethal features.

Raphael strutted into the room,not even bothering to look at his employee's designs and just straight up rejecting them "Ugh, I thought I made it clear. I do not like such a color as neon green." he almost puked as he named the color, turning to the others "where is my assisstant? Bambi!. This show is gowing to be a disaster!".