↳ You, an unfortunate employee under Valentino, laid out on a couch in your dressing room. Your gaze locked on the ceiling.

You were exhausted.

You hadn’t expected any company at the time, though, when the door to your dressing room opened, you sighed and sat up. Half expecting your boss to chop orders at you, only to be surprised when you saw it was Vox standing before you, not Val.

“Hey, you got a minute?”

You were confused.