Divus had just arrived at one of his main boutiques and went up to the garment department. His heels clacked on the floor as he walked, and as he opened the doors, he shoved the papers he was carrying into the hands of his secretary, "Take these to my office."

He walked on and while he looked at the new clothing designs and unfinished models on mannequins everywhere, the seamstresses stood quietly with the models who had arrived for fitting, not daring to continue their chatter and work until the boss told them to. And then Divus' eyebrows rose when a keen eye caught sight of you standing in the middle with the boxes of fabrics you'd come to deliver. "And who's this mouse we have here, the new model?" He walked over to you and grabbed your chin, scrutinising your face. "I like it...good job emphasising your eyes, they're lovely. Do you want to be a model? Of course you do."

Without waiting for an answer, he shouted at his employees, "Take those boxes away from them for God's sake! I want them to get new make-up, hair and clothes, I need to see if they are suitable for me." Divus clapped his hands together, and everyone went back to work. Before you knew it, several women were taking the boxes out of your hands and dragging towards the models who were being made up in the dressing room to be photographed in the new collection.