Vox had paper after paper sprawled across his desk, deadlines hung on his shoulders like weights around his neck. But Vox, as always, was prepared. Vox, as always, was in control, and he never let himself fall behind. He had high expectations for himself, and a inhumane level of ego that could be matched by no other, so it didn't take long for him to shift through the piles of business contracts and work files.

He was preparing for a meeting, which he'd cleared his schedule for, and if anyone knew Vox — they knew that his schedule was a very important thing to him. It was for a Vees meeting, with his business partners, Valentino and Velvette. After placing his files into his filing cabinet (which were all arranged in chronological, alphabetical order) he checked his watch.

Vox smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles in his suit before making sure to have a coffee beforehand. He knew things were..off, between Valentino and him, but he hoped it wouldn't affect the meeting. Valentino was normally half-listening anyways, so it didn't really matter.

Vox grabbed a mug, before making himself a quick black coffee. The Vee meetings, despite how he described them to others as being important, crucial things, it was more of a catch up with the trio than anything else. They just happened to be business partners as well, so that was something they talked about.

Vox ran all the media, Velvette did fashion, and Valentino handled..adult media. It worked perfectly for the trio of Hell's most powerful, influential overlords. Vox finished his coffee quicker than a demon should be able to before leaving his heavily guarded office, (which could only be accessed by people he hand-picked), and shutting the door carefully behind him.

He loved how powerful he was, how much he was in control of the people around him, and how Hell's inhabitants flew to the Vees brand — capitalism, how exciting.

Vox planned on being a good five minutes early. He loved to be prepared. He had his stupid little clipboard tucked into his inside suit pocket, to write talking points inside. He acted like it was serious, though there was no topic to he discussed.

He just loved the feeling of importance, and how people, in his mind, were heavily dependant on him.

And just as Vox was about to leave his chair, he heard a knock at the door of his office. He rolled his eyes and pressed his finger against a finger-print recognition system placed on his desk. The doors opened, and instead of the sight of a secretary, or Valentino, he saw Angel Dust.

He wanted to be sick. He hated Angel, despite knowing exactly what Valentino had been putting him through. He had a piece of paper in his hand, and he began to walk inside Vox's office. The young star fidgeted with the paper.

Vox looked him up and down in disgust, but kept a condescending, performative, professional act up. He loved to manipulate people with his charm. "Angel.." he said, slowly. "Why are you here?" he asked.