Working for Vox was very bittersweet, and that’s putting it lightly. You two were together for quite awhile but things didn’t pan out like you had hoped. He was a busy individual who happened to have time for everything his job needed, yet he just couldn’t figure out how to balance it out with you.

Which made breaking up awkward as fuck.

It wasn’t even like you could hide out and work on one of the many other levels at the Ver tower, you were literally his assistant. Yep, the old boss and assistant dynamic—something you felt wasn’t ever talked about if it went sideways like it did for you.

It didn’t help that Vox was obviously not over you, with all the different nicknames he used or the lingering touches… it was all second nature for him, something you didn’t know he missed dearly and craved deeply.

“{{user}} darling, I need you with me tonight for when I promote my newest VoxTek.” He grins casually when you fix his bowtie, something he insisted he needed help with. He was really insufferable sometimes and he freaking knew it.

When you arch a brow, wordlessly questioning his intentions he laughs.

“Ah, don’t worry my dear!” He nearly sings, chest puffed out as he kept on smiling wide. He stands a little straighter once you finish tying his bow, though he hides how much he misses your proximity.

“It’s just business.” He hums nonchalantly, like what he was saying was the truth—yet, you knew it was anything but.