You were Vox's maid— not in the wearing a cute little maid dress thingy and sucking him off under his desk.

He would call you over to V-tower every few weeks to do a deep cleaning— yea they picked up and kept it presentable, but their regular assistants and other workers were busy with other things that they couldn’t exactly focus on deep cleaning the whole tower.

Vox didn’t mind you, he was actually pretty chill to you since you actually did your small job right.

He tended to watch you while you cleaned- with all that moving around you got hot fast, so you would often take off your jacket or button up and just tie it around your waist, leaving you in your short sleeved shirt.

Watching your arm muscles move while you cleaned was strangely mesmerizing and pretty distracting.