A/N: This fic includes the characters from other TV shows and fandom as well. For the video episode I would recommend to see that first before reading the chapter. The link the playlist in there on my bio :)

Here are character list:

Stefan Salvatore (TVD), Caroline Forbes (TVD) Damon Salvatore (TVD), Elena Gilbert (TVD), Bonnie Bennett (TVD), Donna Paulsen (Suits), Harvey Specter (Suits), Riley Salvatore (Riley Mathews from GMW), Hanna Forbes (Hanna Marin from PLL), Nigel (Devil wears Prada), Miranda (Devil wears Prada)

The soft skin under her touch was so smooth that she thought she had clouds in her hands. She brought the leather Gucci purse right near her nose and inhaled the fragrance. She could feel her heaven right there, surrounded with the Prada shoes. "If you want change in the world, what will be your tactics?" Someone asked her, and she radiantly smiled and said, "Simple, to make the change in the world, you have to bring the change in yourself." The sound of the clap are roared in every corner.

"What else do you need madame?"

"Oooh… Oh, How about that kashmere scarf!"

She wraps the green scarf around her neck, which looks gorgeous on her. Even though, there was an annoying sound crawling in her ear, she ignores it and enjoys her reflection in the mirror.

One beep… second beep… the speed increases exponentially, and she comes out of her dreamland. Her eyes are still not opening, but she pushes herself in a sitting position.

"Please, you have to open your eyes. Have to go for the job."

Her hair is all over her face, and she combs it away turning her head towards her alarm clock.

7:30 a.m.

CRAP

She was suppose to be up at six which means she is late by one and a half hour. She jumps out of her bed, walks straight towards her Bathroom.

"Oh… my...GOD. Oh my god. What is this? How much did I drink last night? What am I gonna do now?"

She is super late. Like hell of a late, and she can't afford being late for work today. There is a meeting with Prada for her new column in her Magazine.

"Come onnnn."She is impatient for the shower to switch the temperature to lukewarm.

It took her about fifteen minutes, and she was out of her bathroom, digging up clothes in her closet. A black colored block heels, the black skirt and a jacket on top, she takes her Gucci purse, and walks towards her red colored car.

She is super chill and calm in comparison to before. Yes, she is late, but it's not like someone is going to school her for her late-coming.

"Car lady. Play playlist 'I am sexy and I know it'."

The Vogue song is the first one in the list playing in the background and she is waving with the wind blowing outside.

"I am gonna crack this column."

She has always an eye for the good fashion taste, and she must had been eight or nine years old, when the dream came in her sleep one night. A world of glamor and style. She wanted it all, not only for herself but for the whole world.

She has seen people getting their confidence from just putting some cologne on themselves. She tried it too, and it did the magic.

She became the cinderella of her world. And now her passion is to be the fairy Godmother of all those Cinderellas out there. The sole purpose of opening the Magazine. She is the Co-editor at the Str!ngs, her magazine which is very well know in the NYC. Her only agenda of her life being help the one in need with her gift.

She is Caroline Forbes, and she can bring the change and perfection in anyone.

"You have a new text message." The computer voice pops up in her car.

"Read text."

"Party's over. She is back."

She doesn't care about who that 'she' is. Whoever that is, she can't ruin her morning."

"Oh yeah.." she starts talking to the machine in her car. "If the party was 'over', so can I still do this?" she pushes her thumb on the volume button and presses it until it's up to the maximum volume.

She is still on the way to her office, while her partner in the Magazine is already pulling the car in front of their office building.

Miranda Priestley is the co-editor at Str!ngs with Caroline Forbes. She is middle aged woman who doesn't like being lose. Everything has to be perfect and she can't tolerate the imperfect people.

Their office is at the 40th floor in the 60 storey building. A burgundy fur overcoat, with the Prada purse on her right arm, her red colored six-inches shoes are making the tap on the ground.

"She is back?" Lily is almost fell from her chair.

"Yes, now chop chop people." Nigel, shouts loud and clear. "Gird your loins."
From glasses to the magazines on Miranda's desk, everything is being set up, while the other girls put the lip gloss on. Miranda never likes laziness in her office, and what she hates the most is the ugliness around her.

"And where the hell is Caroline?" Nigel asks one of the employee.

"I don't think she is in."

"And she is neither replying to my text nor calling me back…"

Nigel straightens his spectacles and looks towards the door. "If she didn't come before Miranda, she will be in hell of a trouble."

Nigel Kippling has been working at Str!ngs for a very long time now, and is the Fashion Assistant for Miranda and Caroline.

Miranda presses the button for the 40th floor.

"I am sorry Miranda." The girl who was already in the elevator says while coming out of it. Another employee at Str!ngs. Miranda doesn't like sharing, and people fear her presence. God knows, how she managed to let Caroline be the co-editor with her as well.

"MOVE IT." Lily says jumping over the piece of rod fallen on the floor, shouting at the people coming in her way. Hurriedly she reaches at Miranda with the notepad in her hand, while Miranda drops the thick blinder in Lily's hand.

"I don't know why it is so difficult to confirm the appointment."

"No Miranda, so sorry, I actually de-confirmed-"

"Tsk tsk… Tales of your incompetence do not interests me." Her eyes scans the sheets of paper, Lily just handed her over. "Tell Simone, I am not going to approve that girl. She sent me for the brazilian layouts for clean, athletic, smiley. Instead she sent me the dirty, tired Hachi. And RSVP yes for the Michael kors party and tell the drive to drop me off at 9.30 and pick me at 9.45 sharp."

"Yes Miranda."

"And.." she turns around to face Lily. "Where is Caroline? I am assuming she is all prepared for her meeting today with Prada."

"Uh, yeah."

"Tell her to meet me in five minutes."

"Uh."

"What?"

"She isn't in the office yet."

Miranda has a poker face, giving away no emotions whatsoever. "Tell her to come to my office at once when she is here."

Lily moans in despair. "Caroline… come fast."

Caroline parks her car, and comes straight towards the entrance.

"Hello Mr. Knightly. How are you?"

"I am good, but, I think you should run. Miranda is back."

Caroline's heart stopped for a second. "What? There must be a mistake. She is suppose to be back tomorrow."

"Yeah but she is here now."

Shit!

"That's fine… I can handle her." She smiles, but her heart is beating louder now. She shouldn't worry for it, she had been working hard for weeks. One day should not change.

"Where the hell were you. Mi-"

"Miranda is back. Yeah I know." She cuts Nigel in the middle. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I texted you, and then called you but you were not taking the calls."

"I thought it was a prank. Does she knows?"

Nigel knows what she is asking, so he replies, "Yes she knows you were not here. And she asked for you."

She took a deep breath and walked towards her office room.

"Hey… Miranda. You are back. A day early." She laughs.

Miranda was busy going through the articles in the paper, when Caroline knocked at her door.

"Caroline, I didn't expect such kind of behaviour from the editor at our Magazine."

"Yeah, I know. And I agree. But, the last week was soooooo hectic, and then I had a couple of drinks last night, and then I totally forgot that-"

"that you have work to do!"

"No… no. I can never do that."

"Are you prepared for the Prada meeting today."

" is set. All is done. We are gonna crack it. I mean, that is a huuuge responsibility." She laughs nervously, while Miranda stares at her.

"This column can mean an important change in our Magazine, so a good preparation is the key."

"Well, yeah, I mean I hope everyone did the preparation. It's kind of important for the whole team."

"Encouraging words Caroline, as always." She looks at her, the bitterness in the statement.

Nigel walks into room with some of the sketches.

"Oh and you should not put the pictures like coffees filled with whipped cream on twitter."

"I, uh, I didn't drink it."

"I don't care what you did with it, but that kind of post gives a wrong impressions."

"That's not even my official account. I created it just for teasing my friend. He is kind of a weirdo, so-"

"People notices. And you work at one of the top Magazine of USA. People always have eyes on your every step."

"Sure." Caroline didn't argue. One tweet. It was just one tweet.

Nigel comes out with her from Miranda's office, and looks at Caroline with a tilted head.

"Don't give me that look."

"I told you not to tweet that."

"I was just teasing Stefan."

"So, you didn't have it?"

"Nope, it was his mocha cup."

"Anyways, let's get to work." Caroline sighs and headed towards her office room. A meditation will do the work.

The weather outside is sunny and bright, and it always look so happy with the people walking on the streets Manhattan. Stefan enjoys and have the eye for beauty. but right now he is busy in convincing the client that his company is not going to lose the money.

"Look, when I work with a company, they get the best management tactics. And right now, I am personally looking into every file. Don't worry, the deal will be yours."

"Everyone says that you are the best. But, this is kinda my first time with you."

"Well, I won't boast about the stuff I have done in the past, but you won't regret the decision."

Stefan looks at his face being tensed up. "So, question… uh. can you wear your uniform?

"I am not in the army anymore."

"Yeah… no no no. I know. But, there has to be a grace period or some shit." If he comes in the uniform, people will notice that he is serious about the deal he is trying to make. "Right? I mean, where you can wear it to formal events or something. Nope?"

"I guess, I mean technically I can wear."

"Exactly, so you mind?"

"No"

"Awesome." He hugs him, and sees his client going out of the conference room.

"That looked pretty tight up here." Mike said walking in the room.

"Ah, the things you do for the world."

Mike is one of the employee at Stefan's consultant firm. Stefan Salvatore, 27 year old, Harvard Graduate, has been working for the Woodhouse company for about two years now. While being in the business school, he published three of his books, maybe that's what attracted the companies and publishing houses towards him. Writing is his passion, and he is currently working on his fourth book on the self motivation.

"How was the meeting with the Berner's?"

"Good. They liked the proposal."

"Lunch?"

"Not today."

"Why? Are you having the lunch with Caroline?"

"No, I have to go and look into that water company's deal."

He was on his way outside when he bumped into Tanner.

"Hello, Mr. Salvatore."

"Oh, hello Tanner."

"You know you gave me an awesome idea."

He never liked Tanner. Mainly because he was corrupted and Stefan didn't want to be seen with him. "About what?"

"I looked into some of the apartments and guess what? There was this one house which was available right opposite to yours. So, I took it."

Shit.

"No, I didn't-"

"My wife will be so thrilled. I am sure, she is gonna love it." Tanner said while walking away. And Stefan stood there, gawking at him.

"Fuck me…. fuck mee.. fuck me." when he doesn't like people, he doesn't like them.

Stefan was standing there, when Mike came to him.

"What now?"

"You might have to go to France."

"What?"

"There is some issue in that branch, and they want you to go and give your boosting meetings that you are so good at."

Stefan rubbed his forehead. Maybe the days off away from here, with new locality will help him and his workaholic problems. "When do I have to go?"

"Early morning tomorrow."

"Sure.. And-"

"Yeah, I will book two tickets."

"Thanks."

Stefan pulled his phone out of his pocket, and typed the message on the tweet. Lately, Caroline has not been chatting on messages and instead now she has a new obsession. Chatting on Twitter.

"Only if you will buy me the purses."

Her response. He dials her number and puts the phone near his ear. "You already have so many purses, Caroline. What's the point?"

"Hey, if I am coming to give you my company and save myself from your boring business tours. Then I need some incentives."
He sighs. When will he ever going to win from her? "Fiiiine. But, only purses."

"Deal." She jumps at her place.

"And how is your Prada thing went, the one you were talking about on Twitter?"

"It is about to happen. Okay, I gotta go. I will see you…?"

"Tomorrow morning. I will mail you the details."

"Okay. And Stefan?"

"Yeah?"

"Go and eat something."

"Yeah.. I will. You too."

They both laughed at themselves, and how they both forgot to eat but knew the other one didn't have their lunch for sure.

By, evening he came in his house and landed on his cushioned chair. "Ah, heaven."

"Hmm… sure it is."

Damon was still wearing the tux he had for the party he just came from.

"When did you came from Rome?"

"Last night. You would have known if you were home in the morning."

"Yeah… kinda busy week."

"Someone delivered the two tickets for you a while back."

Stefan took the envelope, and checked the details. "Thanks."

"Business meeting?"

"Hmm…" Stefan opened his whiskey bottle, poured some for the two of them, and took a sip of it.

"Say hello to blondie."

"Sure, will do that."

"And, our game is still on hold." Damon was talking about the tennis game they had a few days back.

"What game? That game is finished, you cheated and yet I won."

"I LET YOU win the game." Damon's hands were in the air, with the sarcasm in his voice.

"Sure you did, brother."

Damon Salvatore is Stefan's older brother, and they always have their fun banters one or the other day.

"I am sure blondie must have cursed me, that's why I lost that last game."

"Come on, don't start now."

"I am saying the truth."

"Goodnight… because right now I don't have the patience nor the time to hear about your love for Caroline."

"This isn't love." Damon shouted

"Sure, it's not." Stefan responded while walking to his bedroom.

He took out his tab, once he changed into fresh clothes, and fell flat on his king size bed.

"Hey. I got your email." Caroline said holding her tablet in front of her.

"Why are you talking from your bathroom?" Stefan frowned at the background behind her on the screen.

"I was packing my stuff. So I was just deciding which makeup kit to take." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Caroline, don't pack too many things." His voice hinted the warning.

"Yeah, yeah… okay I have to plan a lot of stuff. Now, go sleep."

"Should I wake you in the morning?" Stefan asked before putting the call off.

"Nope, I will be ready."

Stefan switched off the Tablet and put the alarm for four in the morning.

The morning alarm buzzed for once, and he got up. He never had problem in waking up from the alarm clock. It was Caroline's section of problems.

He called her to check. "Did you wake up?"

"Yup I am almost ready. And I will meet you directly at the airport."

"Did you even slept?" Stefan's voice was hoarse because of the sleep.

"No. I couldn't. Okay now go and get ready."

"Yeah, yeah…"

Stefan was almost ready, when he took his files and put them in his bag. After about an hour or so he reached at the airport, where Caroline was already waiting for him.

"Caroline…." He stared at her with a bit of an anger. "What the hell is that?"

"My luggage."

I told you to not pack a lot of things."

"I know."

"We are not going for a month."

"I know that too."

"And still you brought two bags with you."

"Oh, you think I will take two bags if the tour is for a MONTH… you don't know me at all, silly." She smiled and put her sunglasses on.

"Oh… I know you. I just don't understand the reason behind it."

"You don't need to." Caroline said walking ahead, and he took a deep breath, and shook his head. Fun trip on its way, huh.

A/N: So, how did you liked it so far? FYI the twitter mentions on the chapter, they are the conversations which had happened on Twitter. Check out their account to see their interaction. And wow they are going for France. Don't forget to share your views on the chapter :)