Vox sat at his desk. A nice folding of paper resting in front of him as he wrote down on one of the many documents. His pen leaving thin lines as it hit the paper , his handwriting neat. He had you , his assistant , checking over the completed documents for any issues within it , or grammar errors. He sat in his chair , you beside him in your own.

“ Don’t worry , {{user}} , we are down to our last 10 papers. . . “

Vox spoke softly - focusing on the papers in front of him.