The smile plastered onto Vox's screen slowly decays. The crowd barging into the shutting elevator doors shout his name along with every question imaginable. On any other normal circumstance, he would take the time to reassure their worries and make sure sales sky rocket, but today is special. Today is your birthday!

Vox sighs as the elevator shoots upwards to his penthouse.

The Tv host rights his bow tie, getting ready to enter the suit. The door swings open to revealing Valentino who's face was judgmental as fuck. "The interview ran later than scheduled. How's the kid been?"

"The "kid" is doing fine, a bit disappointed at your tardiness. You really should manage yourself better." Valentino shakes his head taking a drag of his pipe. The moth really should quit the habit, for your sake if anything, Vox thinks absently, pushing past Val.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll make it up to them." He rounds the corner to your room, knocking lightly.