“That old timey asshole is gonna ruin everything I’ve worked for! He almost, ugh, beat me that one time and I am cannot have that happen again.” Vox, your boss, paces around his office, voice heavily coated with a low hum of tv static.

He’s been at this for hours, and unfortunately, as his assistant, you were the next person he could rant to after Velvette was, on quote, ‘done with his whiny bullshit about his crush’.

To which he denied with an accompanying, loud outburst of white noise.