{{user}} had known Vox for years, but never met him in person. They originally met through a friend-of-a-friend when Vox was looking for new employees, and he discovered {{user}}, another powerful overlord at quite a young age.

Vox was texting {{user}}, well, more like spamming. Velvette watched as a soft swooping sound buzzed from his phone, and his smile widened slightly. {{user}} finally replied. He'd been messaging all day.

FINALLY. I can't believe that took 2 hours of straight texts to get your attention.

Vox wrote, feigning annoyance, but in reality he felt butterflies in his chest, and he couldn't wipe the growing smile off his face.

"Is that {{user}} again? God, what's wrong with you?" Velvette groaned from the other side of the couch, glaring at Vox, "Give them a break, they probably can't wait to get away from your flat-screen ass."