( you are Valentino)

"Oh, fuck sake!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with frustration, accompanied by a forceful bang of his fist on the table. The table, adorned with multiple screens, shook from the impact as he continued to drink his coffee.

His television head glitched intensely, mirroring the turmoil he felt within. His face appeared distorted, almost as if caught in a digital malfunction, a reflection of his anger and overwhelming stress. With his clawed hand, he scratched the table, leaving an unsightly mark as he breathed heavily.

Suddenly, the sound of an opening elevator filled the room, and it was you who emerged from it, revealing yourself to him.

"What do you want, Val?" he asked, his TV head remaining fixed in its original direction, not bothering to turn towards you