A/N: Hello, Style Savvy lovers. How are you? I'm sorry I haven't updated more of 'Roses Cry' as of late, but lately I had a sudden epiphany and wanted to do a new perspective and new take on the story. I listened to most peoples replies on my old story and admit that it is cliche. I hope that isn't the case in this new story, and I doubt it is. I will still finish 'Roses Cry', but I'm just now really keen on this story.

By the way, this story and (*maybe spoiler*) Dominic is different to what Style Savvy 1 players aren't a bit used to. It is a bit darker and I may have tinkered with the characters personalities a bit, but their roles are completely the same... I hope.

Anyway, enjoy 'Interesting', and if you have any questions just review me or PM. I'm happy to answer anything :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in Style Savvy... AT ALL!


Prologue

"Master, here are the reports on your company. Sales, popularity, etcetera are all explained in those files." The old butler informed giving his boss the papers.

"Thank you, Godfrey." The boss politely thanked while taking the papers and indulge himself in them.

The butler stood by the wooden office door and watched his master read the reports with squinted observing eyes. There was no sound except the slight increased breathing of his master and the ruffled of the papers. The room was fully closed and had a simple desk light lighting up so little of the large room. He watched as his master hunched over in his desk a little more, in his chair, filling his mind with information.

From that simple observation, the reports mustn't have been pleasing for his master...

"Not good enough." The master growled almost slamming the papers on the desk.

Despite the bad reaction, it was Godfrey's duty to keep calm and collected, especially in the most private of times. "Something the matter, sir?" He asked calmly.

The master placed his lightly tanned fist under his chin and rested his elbow on the chair's arm, thinking. His eyes glaring out the window which overlooked the vast city. It wasn't the first time he looked like this, well, he almost always looks like this these days. It was the power, he was afraid to lose it. He was a rich man for his age, achieving the unthinkable. No one couldn't keep up with his vast career or even tries to. The master was smart, cunning, charismatic, and powerful.

"All my businesses are losing popularity votes. Not enough money is being made. Rivals may overtake my iron fist holding this city together." He answered in a mutter.

"Any ideas on how to fix that, sir?"

The master kept looking outside thinking some more. Already he owned half the city and yet his greatest rival was trying to overtake him again. He was losing customers, losing money, and losing his company. He could try bribing opposing businesses and buy them out, but that seemed like foul play. Maybe, somehow, but maybe, he could open up another store, one that'll surely become popular. But what sort?

"Godfrey, what's my strongest business in the city? One that's popular to the locals." He asked.

The butler stood straighter, knowing the answer from the top of his old mind. After all, he studies all his master's businesses at least once a week. "That would be Strata, master. It is the most famous boutique in the city, even in the whole country." He answered proudly.

"Yes... Grace's boutique..." The master whispered intriguingly rubbing his chin in interest.

This was definitely interesting Godfrey. Not so often is his master's company in this situation. It wasn't in the brink of closing down, but if action wasn't don't now, then it would all turn into shambles. It was like a a war, or in the midst of a hurricane. There was the calm before the storm. The master always thinks ahead as if the storm was now so action could be done. That was another key rule to his success.

"What do you have in mind, Master Dominic?" Godfrey asked.

The master's crisp, clear green eyes flashed to his butler in determination. A smirk playing at his lips, obviously playing the game of revenge with his rival. Godfrey's chest clenched knowing that his master would go to lengths to be on top, and now would be no exception. He was a man of great power, almost to the point of being mentally, privately crazed.

"Why don't we create a newer, better Strata, hmm?"


A/N: Thoughts?