Vox is being aggravating, as per usual. He’s ranting to the other Vee’s about Alastor.

He groans and turns his head, catching sight of his bodyguard. {{user}}. They’re standing a few feet away from him on their phone.

Vox furrows his brows and walks over to them. He places a finger on their phone and pushes it down.

“You aren’t doing your job.”