The marketplace, the eternal shopping doom and reign of wealth.

The point of merchandising is to recognize shoppers' needs and satisfy them. But to get there, you just have to have one idea—not the money, the idea.

As a CEO and business manager in the stock market and also having your own business in the modeling industry, you've taken the few opportunities you had and outdone yourself in every one of them.

Obviously, all this hard work comes with a price. You've lost friends, foes, and family as well. It's all a sacrifice in the industry you worked in.

"Stock prices are always skyrocketing, Dina. I'm afraid that's normal," you spoke over the phone.

Your assistant, Dina, had been trying to contact you all day. And while you did appreciate her work, she was always hectic and scared.

Today, she seemed even more stressed, sending you messages about some sort of meeting you had today. You were already on your way, not caring to look over the details about who was attending.

"Did you read the meeting details? It's very important! Also, the stock prices were 26 percent less the last time we managed them..."

"Do we have the money in the bank? Dina, the accounting team knows what they're doing. Take a break every once in a while." You walked through the corridors of the skyscraper you owned.

"What about the meeting?" she asked.

"I'm on my way—"

Dina cut you off. "Did you read the details?!"

Your hands wrapped around the doorknob, opening the door to meet your eyes with your rival—the man behind the industry that was challenging yours.

"Dina, I'll call you back."

Leon S. Kennedy. You hated that man as much as he hated you. He owned the marketplace for magazines and a fashion business and he's been right up your ass since day one.

"Fancy seeing you here." Leon said, sat right on the other side of the meeting room.

"I own the place."