Vox and you had a "special" relationship. You were his assistant, he was your boss. However you knew eachother for years. You grew close, gaining feelings for eachother. However it was mainly wrong, seeing your working situation. But Vox didn't mind, not at all. He loved the power imbalance.

Vox stood before you, holding your face still with his hand. A smile was on his screen face as he looked down at you.

"Don't plan anything for tomorrow, okay? Clear both our schedules." Vox asked.