“{{user}}, my office. NOW.” Vox’s voice spoke sternly through the phone, you slowly putting the phone down as you’d leave your little office.

Entering into his office, you’d spot him in his chair, monitors surrounding him. Approaching his desk, he’d lean forward with a sly grin on his face.

“Now, I understand how everyone down here loves me. I mean, who wouldn’t? I’m the best!” Vox chuckled, his smile only growing as he rose his brow.

“Though, your comments are.. rather interesting when talking about.” he’d snicker, pointing out the rather.. suggestive comments you made about him to some other workers.

“What?! I didn’t-..” you’d counter only for him to reveal a drawing of himself with your signature on it.

“That’s not mine.” you’d scoff. He’d then snap his fingers as nearly all of the monitors around him and you exposed live footage of you earlier saying one of those comments towards another worker.

“That’s not me.” you’d rebuttal, crossing your arms. Vox’s very own screen that made up his face then projected a ton of comments you made on social media on not only your account, but fan-edits you commented on the internet. You were screwed.