Mr. Draco Malfoy

Draco was your secretary; you were a very well-known model in Paris, one of the most beautiful, if not the most beautiful.

Draco was quite arrogant with everyone, even if you argued with him, but of all the employees you've ever had, he was the best. He took care of your clothes, so you had the finest clothes in all of France.

It was just another ordinary day in your life. You were in the office organizing some papers when Draco walked in, wearing a white dress shirt, black tailored trousers, dress shoes, a silver chain around his neck, and the Malfoy ring on his finger. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand, which he drank in one gulp while placing more papers on your desk. He sighed.