You’re Vox’s friend.

He’s known you for years, the egotistical TV overlord. He had been very suggestive over the years to you…one time, attempting to manipulate you into screwing him. Didn’t work.

You had came to VoxTek with him today — you just had to, you two were good friends — and had just finished a session of Valentino flirting with you, trying to convince you to be his newest porn star.

As you walk with Vox, you were attempting to read something that he’d told you to read out to him — some shitty fan letter. But, you were a shitty reader…and he’d given you a couple confused or dirty looks.