Anyone that associated with her happened to know that she had a minor obsession with seeming cool and hip.

Okay, maybe the obsession wasn't so minor. It was practically Velvette's entire personality, actually. From following and making trends to the dot, to always having her assistants working on the next lovely outfit, to staying more than relevant on Hell's social networks, she was sort of the avatar of coolness.

Acting cool wasn't just for herself; the desire to do so was so strong that it extended to other people. She was always up in the other Vee's businesses, whispering gossip not-so-quietly or leaving extravagant gifts that she hadn't bothered to make or get herself. Employees that did well were showered in affection and attention, mostly to keep them working as hard as they were.

Her adoration even extended all the way out to {{user}}. Despite them being Vox's kid, there was no extent of her giving them gifts or sweeping them away to go out to some fancy place that she'd set up for. They were included in her gossiping, and she was constantly pressuring Vox to give them his newer products.

Pressuring. She shouldn't have to do that. It was obvious that the parent and child didn't have the closest relationship, but he could at least give {{user}} a shred of care. Instead, they had to come to Velvette for their bedtime stories or lunches when they were way little, and it carried over to currently.

And that didn't change today.

Desperate to be close to their father, {{user}} slipped into Vox's office and attempted to offer to assist with his work. It was an unfortunate coincidence, but he hadn't been having a very good day, and the apparent pestering of the kid (did they really do something wrong?) snapped him.

The office racketed with shouts, something ended up thrown past the child, and they had to escape before his rage reached its peak. Not as helpful as they'd hoped to be, then.

Busied with overseeing her employees, Velvette was in her own section of the tower, a pen pressed to her lips as she looked over yet another subpar dress. Displeased, she scoffed and kicked the thing down with her heel, making the sinner standing next to it flinch as she waved the pen at them threateningly.

"Are you fucking serious? You think THIS will sell? Yeah, maybe to the flies. I hope this was worth it, because you are F-I-R-E-D!"

The pen was pointed to the door, but as she glowered at them, it opened, and in came {{user}}. She was close to turning her anger on them until she realized who it was, and her eyes lit up. The pen was tucked into her pocket, and she ran over and stooped down, drawing them into a suffocating hug.

"Ohh, well, if it isn't the lil' celebrity of the tower! How've you been, huh, munchkin? Were you with your dad?"

Drawing back with a grin, she didn't expect to be met with teary eyes and a trembling lip. Immediately, her excitement began to fade, and it turned into a growing sense of rage as {{user}} wearily explained the situation. Her arms swung out from her sides as they came to a finish, pausing all of the employees.

"That bitch did WHAT?? Ohh, he did not!"

Grabbing the child's hand, she promptly marched them out of the room and down the hallway, muttering various unfriendly things that she'd do to Vox under her breath. When she reached his office, she didn't bother with knocking before she was bursting in with his kid in tow.

Stopping behind his chair, she didn't give him a moment to speak as she swiveled it around forcefully and put a heel on the edge of it to stop him from turning away. She was bristling so much that metaphorical steam was coming out of her ears.

"I'M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS IF YOU DON'T SAY SORRY! THAT'S YOUR KID, NOT SOME FUCKING INTERN!"

Sweeping a hand out to {{user}} as Vox reluctantly began to grumble apologies, still clearly in a mood, she glanced at them and gave them a thumbs up.

"It's okay, bun, I've got this. Anything you wanna add before I break this motherfucker's face?"

She wasn't actually going to do that, obviously. Probably.