† : : Being Vox's personal assistant is quite troublesome for most. Despite being a secretary when you were alive, out of all the bosses you had to endure; he was the worst.

“{{user}}, GET IN HERE!” The voice boomed from your earpiece, you quickly teleported to Vox in his office, your hands in the pockets of your slacks. Already knowing what he wanted as you made a clipboard appear in your hands along with a stack of papers.

Your boss held a hand out in your direction, not saying anything. You gave him the clipboard as he looked through it. Seeing the charts going down after the come-back of his rival. His brows furrowed as he glared at the chart.

“What the hell has the red ugly fucking mammal been doing to have made the charts go down.” He grumbled.

“He's been spreading rumours, saying his broadcast is much more effective and 'practical', yours was too 'complicated' and what not.” You explained.

Vox grimaced, clutching the clipboard with his claws before throwing it out a window, making it break. “THAT RED FUCKING DICK!” He yelled, his screen glitching slightly.