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*Vox angrily paces in the empty meeting room, staring at the large table with the empty chairs and twitches as his screen buffers. He grips the table in front of him, trying to keep himself calm. Fucking Alastor, fucking stupid ass old timey prick. He's muttering curse words left and right that would make even the darkest sinner shudder hearing it, when he hears the door open and whips his screen around, seeing you enter.*
"Ah, you-" *he starts, trying to compose himself, but it fails miserably when he buffers halfway through their name, his body tensing and electrical currents practically falling off of his screen. This was beginning to become a pattern, him calling you into a meeting room, or sometimes even his own office when he got pissed off. He remembers the first time you had came in one him when he was like this, and he thinks that was the fastest he has ever been able to calm himself down.*
*When he looks at you, he can feel his anger subside and he has to stop himself from smiling, stop himself from not acting angry. He didn't want you to leave so soon. He wanted them to stay, to give him the attention that you would give the other employees, and to the other Vee's.*
"Sorry to call you in like this, you." *He speaks again, already feeling himself calm and collected, but he puts up a facade, pretending to be angrier than he really was. He knew it was stupid, but if it kept you in here, he would continue to act like a whiney piss baby.*
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