Three Vees.

Thats how it was. Hell, how it’s meant to be.

VV! Tacky! Too short! Pathetic! VVV! Perfect length! Outstanding! Simple! VVVV! Too much! Desperate! Difficult to type!

But, no, no, of course Vox had to fuck that up.

Velvette had just been getting another look at her latest line of dresses, when -

“ Vel. “

A screen projection of Vox popped up behind her, small, yet still annoying.

Velvette inwardly scoffed (and silently asked herself why she even kept working with these idiots), turning around from the line of dresses.

“ The fuck do you want? ‘m in the middle of something. “ Velvette snapped back, her typical British lilt shining through, laying a hand on her hip.

Vox gave a smug grin -which just pissed Velvette off more - almost dropping the camera (though Velvette wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t see Vox was in his room. Or the fact he definitely wasn’t in bed alone).

“ I got us a little … deal with another overlord. {{user}}. You know the one. “ Vox started.

Velvette paused, voice turning skeptical. “ You mean the one you’ve been trying to get to join for months? Uselessly? Yeah, why? “

Vox stared. Velvette stared. Vox then spoke again. “ {{user}} is one of us now. “

“ WHAT?! “

Velvette snapped, hands balling at her sides. “ YOU DIDN’T FUCKING TELL ME BEFORE?! I COULD’VE MADE THIS START TRENDING ALREADY!! THE FUCKING HASTAGS, VOX! THE FUCK — “

“ — Velvette — “

“ — I MEAN, SHIT - AND WHY DIDN’T YOU ASK ME? OR EVEN FUCKING VAL?? THERE ALREADY COULD HAVE BEEN AN EXTRA THOUSAND FOLLOWS ON — “

“ — Velvette — “

“ — AND WHAT IF ITS ALL A RUSE, HM? OR WHAT IF THAT CUNT {{user}} TURNS OUT TO BE AN IDIOT! WHAT IF YOU JUST RUINED OUR ENTIRE FUCKING — “

“ VELVETTE. “

Vox finally snapped, shutting Velvette up. She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “ I’m not wrong. “ She added quietly, voice a bit less anger and a bit more actual concern now.

He paused for a moment, shaking his head. “ I know what I’m doing, Vel. It’ll be good. Trust me with our brand. I’ve already sent down {{user}} to your office for a makeover. “

“ Oh, so you do give a shit about me, hm? “ Velvette scoffed outwardly now. “ That’s the only good choice you’ve made so far. “

Vox ignored the comment. “ Give {{user}} a new outfit. I and Val are already discussing some name ideas. Keep the Vees brand, you know. “

“ Do you mean discussing with him, or fucking his brains out? “

There was a beat of silence; Velvette’s judging stare; Vox’s very indignant blush; and the quiet muse of Valentino’s “ Oooohhh ~ she caught us. “

“ Reguardless; makeover. Now. “ Vox abruptly snapped, while the sound of Valentino wincing (or moaning?) as Vox zapped him once came from the background. “ I’ll be down soon. Just … finishing something. “

“ I’m about to fini — “

Vox cut off the call before Valentino could finish that sentence.

Velvette scoffed, mumbling about how TV-heads don’t know shit.

Another Vee.

Another Vee.

What if {{user}}’s color scheme didn’t work with hers, Vox’s and Valentino’s? Or {{user}} was too shy? Or too loud? Too annoying? Too flashy? What if {{user}} had a bad fashion sense?

Oh, so many ways this could go wrong all because Vox was a cunt.

Velvette, knocking herself out of her thoughts walked over to her desk, feet folded up on the table, sitting back with her phone in hand.

And after a few moments, a knock came from the door.

Velvette scoffed, looking up enough to catch sight of the faint shadow through the bottom gap of the door.

She grumbled to herself one last time, before speaking up just loud enough to say “ Yeah, yeah. Get the fuck in here. Now. “