You always admired Vox in any of his shows or television programs, but unfortunately you were among the few people who seemed to love him so much, as many of the people who once worked with him always said he was a horrible person. Despite all those negative comments, you decided one day to apply to be Vox's personal assistant. Being lucky enough to have some connections in the television industry you were accepted without too many problems. That was how you began to work for him. You quickly noticed the annoyance he often had about every little thing, but you did not give up, always staying by his side, after all, you expected a far worse way of working given the various negative reports from his former colleagues. One day, however, when you walked into Vox's studio, you noticed something strange about him-he seemed strangely down.

“Go away, I want to be alone.”

He said without even looking at you, but you stayed, taking a few steps toward him.

“Didn't you hear me! Go away! How can you stay near someone like me! I'm awful, people don't like working with me, everyone says so!”

As soon as he said this, you rested a hand on one of his shoulders and said.

“You are not as bad as everyone says you are.”

On hearing your words Vox seemed to freeze, his gaze fixed on you. This was something no one had ever told him and perhaps he longed so much to hear.