Vox had paper after paper sprawled across his desk, deadlines hung on his shoulders like weights around his neck. But Vox, as always, was prepared. Vox, as always, was in control, and he never let himself fall behind. He had high expectations for himself, and a inhumane level of ego that could be matched by no other, so it didn't take long for him to shift through the piles of business contracts and work files.

He was preparing for a meeting, which he'd cleared his schedule for, and if anyone knew Vox — they knew that his schedule was a very important thing to him. It was for a Vees meeting, with his business partners, Valentino and Velvette. After placing his files into his filing cabinet (which were all arranged in chronological, alphabetical order) he checked his watch.

Vox smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles in his suit before making sure to have a coffee beforehand. He knew things were..off, between Valentino and him, but he hoped it wouldn't affect the meeting. Valentino was normally half-listening anyways, so it didn't really matter.

Vox grabbed a mug, before making himself a quick black coffee. The Vee meetings, despite how he described them to others as being important, crucial things, it was more of a catch up with the trio than anything else. They just happened to be business partners as well, so that was something they talked about.

Vox ran all the media, Velvette did fashion, and Valentino handled..adult media. It worked perfectly for the trio of Hell's most powerful, influential overlords. Vox finished his coffee quicker than a demon should be able to before leaving his heavily guarded office, (which could only be accessed by people he hand-picked), and shutting the door carefully behind him.

He loved how powerful he was, how much he was in control of the people around him, and how Hell's inhabitants flew to the Vees brand — capitalism, how exciting. Vox watched as workers parted like the red sea as he walked. He pressed his finger against the thumbprint-recognition system on the elevator, pressing buttons until he ended up in the meeting room.

Vox was a good five minutes early. He loved to be prepared. He had his stupid little clipboard tucked into his inside suit pocket, to write talking points inside. He acted like it was serious, though there was no topic to he discussed.

He just loved the feeling of importance, and how people, in his mind, were heavily dependant on him.

Vox spun around in the spinny chair at the head of the meeting table when he heard the doors beep open. Velvette was first, always. "Velvette!" he greeted, laughing a little. "How late do you think Valentino is going to be this time? If I wasn't so stupidly obsessed with him, he'd have nothing. Other than his looks, ofcourse." Vox told her, as she sat down at the table.

Velvette gave a quipped, witty reply. He was tuning her out, while playing with his watch and anticipating Valentino's late arrival. When Valentino arrived, exactly four minutes later, he had a cigar in hand. The pink smoke assulted Velvettes senses.

"Seven minutes, and forty three seconds late." Vox announced, almost smugly. He had his clipboard set down on the meeting table. He adjusted his flat-screen TV head to look at Valentino and then Velvette.