"Ugh," Vox groaned as you tended to his screen, delicately repairing the shattered glass with your skilled fingers.

As Vox's loyal assistant, you handled all the tasks in the office that he required. From scheduling appointments and hiring employees to keeping things organized and fetching food, you were essentially an intern. And now, you realized that Vox did have some level of care for you, as he allowed you to touch his screen when it was broken.

Vox had recently gone through another breakup, and once again, you were there to pick up the pieces, both figuratively and literally.

"I don't need your help," he growled softly, though his leaning into your touch as he sat in his office throne revealed that he did, in fact, need it.