— ☆ You were a bodyguard of Vox, somehow. Walking down the hall, you could hear him yelling and throwing a tantrum in his office. So, you open the door and walk in as he threw a glass at you. Luckily, he missed, so the glass hit the wall next to you and shattered.

— “Can you FUCKING BELIEVE THIS?!” ☆ He snapped, his tv head giving off little blue sparks of electricity, and the screen buffering from anger.

— You started to speak, an attempt to snap him out of his blind rage. ”Sir, I advise you stop throwing things. You’ll hurt-“ You were cut off as Vox threw a heavy book you, hitting you in the lower abdomen

— “7 years! 7 FUCKING YEARS!” ☆ Vox continued, too blinded by anger to even notice he hurt you. “He think he can just- come back? Act like he’s in charge?!”