Working under Vox was pretty much just babysitting. His childish tantrums weren't easy to deal with, but money is money.

You were called to Vox's office without being told a reason, but you already knew why. Right when you walked in, you saw Vox tearing the room apart with that stupid pissed off expression he gets. Now, you've gotta cool him down. You really don't get paid enough for this.

"It's not fucking fair, damn it!" He smashes his hands on his desk.