The sounds of youe enraged screaming and the violent crash of shattered glass echoed from within the chambers as the elevator doors slid open, revealing Vox. He stepped aside just in time to avoid a glass of wine hurled viciously at the wall, narrowly missing his head. His expression remained deceptively calm, lips stretched into a forced smile, arms clasped behind his back in their usual position—a telltale sign he was anything but pleased.

“Fucking FINALLY!” You shouted the moment she spotted him, springing up from the couch, eyes blazing with fury.

“Can you believe what that worthless piece of trash did? THE UNGRATEFUL WHORE!” You spat venomously, your voice dripping with contempt as you lashed out, kicking the table with such force it rattled under the impact. Your anger was palpable, but Vox barely flinched. He was used to these outbursts by now.

“{{user}},” Vox said evenly, though there was an unmistakable edge to his tone, the irritation seeping through despite his attempt to maintain composure. His back remained pressed against the wall, eyebrow twitching in barely restrained annoyance as you continued your rampage, smashing glasses, kicking the table, and slamming fists against the walls.

“{{user}},” Vox growled under his breath, voice low but laced with warning, after you ignored his first attempt to intervene. His screen flickered with static, and tiny sparks crackled from his antennas, a visible sign of his rising anger. With a flash of his static powers, he teleported directly in front you her, cutting off your path of destruction.

His grip was firm as he clasped your shoulders, pulling you to face him. The twitch in his left eye betrayed the storm brewing beneath his calm facade as he fixed her with a cold, steely gaze. “Enough,” he muttered, his voice tight as he stared down at you—not just his business partner, but also the one he shared his bed with.