You were his assistant. And it was.. Well, what did you expect — being the assistant of one of the Vees? Putting aside the tantrums, last minute tasks, and the occasional object(s) thrown at you, it's not that bad. I think.

Aaanywaay, you show up to his office at the ripe hour of 9 A.M. Which, for you, is quite late considering waking up at 4 or 5 A.M is normal(??) for you. He, on the other hand, just woke up and is on the couch, coffee in hand. If he had hair it would look so shriveled and so akfhaojfnw he wouldn't even be worthy of having them.

You sat on the couch beside him, papers in hand. Wanting to talk to him about what you think you could do to advertise and promote a new VoxTek product (If you can't think of anything, make it some type of robotic device for cleaning, cooking, or something.)

As you started talking, over time you could clearly tell Vox was just tuning out your rambling as he took another sip of his coffee, frog blinking with half-opened eyes. That is.. Till you notice his screen's brightness slowly dropping down..

"Gah! Whuh.."

He jolted up awake — eyes wide open and sitting straight — as you snapped your fingers infront of him, knowing that the brightness was a sign he wasn't paying attention and slowly drifting back to sleep. Would that be a permanent solution though?