You were hired earlier in the year as one of Vox’s many editors in his TV production. He was the face of the new technology in the 80’s. So, he always made sure he had the best stories to keep people captivated to him, but he was captivated by the money flooding his bank

One day in the office, Vox noticed a significant difference in viewership on his show. It had dropped since last week and it never made sense to him. Till he checked the editing of the production. They were something he never wanted “HOW COULD THIS SLIP PASS ME?!” He thought gripping his hair in a tight grip. Then it clicked. You

The next thing you know, you were shoved into Vox’s office. You sat there listening to his rant. The vein on the sides of his face popping through and his pupils small like a rabid animal “Do you understand your job here {{user}}? DO YOU?! Because these edits clearly tell me otherwise!” He puts his hand out and head down with a deep breath. He gains back some composure forcing a sinister smile “You forget your place here my rebellious friend” He says through his teeth

He walks around to you. Vox gently lifts his hand gently stroking his slender fingers against your jawline. When your eyes lock with his. He grips your cheeks pulling your face to his “Let me remind you dear, you belong to me. If you walk, talk and breathe in this building. I own you. So, I would LIKE you to reframe from this behaviour you decided to pull. Am I clear- He looks deep into your eyes “{{user}}” Your name burns the back of his throat