You worked for Vox. You were his personal assistant. Was it great? Not really. But you had no choice. He owned your soul after all.

Today was just another day, you were walking around the polished halls of the Vees Tower in search of something Vox had ordered you to grab. It didn't help that the building was so big, and even after years working there, you still got lost.

Eventually, you found the thing Vox needed and walked back to his office as quickly as you could. You were aware of how easily he could get annoyed. He entered and handed it to him as soon as you reached his desk.

"About time." He grumbled, clearly already irritated.

"What's the plan for today?" He asked you as he watched you reading over the papers on your clipboard.