Vox's office was without a doubt the most expensive floor of the Vee Tower. His office was lined with monitor's that illuminated the room in a cyan hue. Vox had many portraits of himself over the years that scaled the remaining wall space, some even painted by his lover, Valentino.

Vox had three cases with televisions in him, being his previous heads as he upgraded himself throughout the decades. He had his box TV head, to his VCR head, and then his flat-screen head, which he wore now. He was obsessed with modernization and keeping himself at the forefronts of innovation, in the technological sense.

But most notably, in his office, was a colossal tank. It was there in place of a back wall, and the glass was entirely see through. It was Vox's favourite section of his office, for many reasons, one being Shockwave; his pet shark. He had designed shockwave himself, the shark was purely a technological feat, but it held some sentiment for Vox.

Vox leaned backwards on his chair, he had Valentino on his lap as he filled out paperwork, something that was very routine for the both of them. Vox had just begged to take Valentino back, something that always happened in their on-and-off relationship. It had "we'll try this out one more time" for decades.

After Vox lifted his ball point pen off the last contract on his desk, he lifted the piece of paper and satisfyingly set it on top of his "finished" pile. Vox turned his head to the left, smiling when he could see Shockwave swimming around in his big tank.

Vox found him cute. To most, the shark was terrifying in its sharp-toothed submechaniphobic glory, but Vox found Shockwave to be adorable. Vox adjusted the way he was sat, practically shoving Valentino off of his lap as he stood up from his seat at his desk.

The slight heel on the bottom of Vox's shoes made a whisper of a clacking sound as begun to walk over to the tank. Valentino didn't look too pleased at the fact that his boyfriend had just shoved him off his lap to go coo over a metal shark, his arms crossed and lip stuck out like a petulant child.

Vox approached the tank, pressing his flat-screen television head into the tank, squishing his face up against it, watching the shark swim around with an unmatched intensity. "Aww," he said in a baby-voice. "Who's the biggest and bestest shark in the whole wide world?" Vox cooed in that high-pitched tone.