Your Star (Vox x reader)

3

A day has passed since I agreed to work for Vox as well. He, in fact, agreed to pay me double what Velvette is paying me. As long as she doesn't find out I took up a job from Vox, I'll live. Since I have shown her my collection, she has decided to give me more days off. While they may be days off from my fashion designing career, those will become days that I work at VoxTech. Of course, I realize this doesn't give me much time for myself, but if I work hard now, I can make enough money to work less in the future. 

So now, on my day off, I enter the Vees headquarters like usual, except I enter a different floor of the building: the floor designated for VoxTech. I step out of the elevator, undeniably lost, and turn my head in each direction. I've never been here before, since there was never a reason for me to be. But now that there is, I find myself standing still, like a helpless puppy waiting for guidance.

"The fuck are you doing here? We're about to go live." I hear an angry voice behind me. 

I turn to see a demon looking at me with an annoyed glare. I glance to the side, noticing the camera crew and equipment already set up. "Oh- shit, sorry. I didn't realize-"

"Get out of here before I get security." He waves me off.

My brows furrow a bit now, incredibly pissed off at his dismissive attitude and at the fact that he hadn't even let me explain. Before I can say a thing, a familiar voice does instead.

"Do you have a problem with my new employee, Cliff?" I whirl my head to the side, noticing Vox had just appeared with a stern expression.

"Employee?" The demon, the so-called Cliff, appears to be completely oblivious to the news. "Oh- no, boss, not at all."

Vox's gaze narrows as he steps closer to the demon. "This is your second strike, you know. You're this close to making me lose my shit." He holds his thumb and index finger up, only an inch apart, to emphasize his words.

I look back at Cliff, who appears two shades redder. "It won't happen again, sir."

"Good," Vox speaks in a flat tone. "Now go."

The demon quickly leaves, going off to do whatever his job is. I face Vox fully, a little caught off guard by the sudden occurrence.

"My sincerest apologies, y/n. I've got some incompetent staff as you can see." He remarks with a laugh.

I laugh awkwardly along. "Right. I don't-"

"Hold that thought." He interrupts, turning his attention to the set, which I was recently informed they were about to go live with. "I've got a quick broadcast to cover. Stay here."

Before I can even acknowledge his words, he turns his back to me and walks toward the desk, sitting beside another demon. I can't help but feel insulted because of his attitude. Still, I ignore it. I lean against the wall behind me as I watch the broadcast unfold. It didn't take long, but it felt much longer than it was. The whole thing was just Vox interviewing that demon, who I've never heard of until now, about his new book, "The Beginner's Guide to Sex in the Afterlife." The plot made no sense— I take it back, there was no plot. 

By the time the broadcast ended, Vox stood up and talked to some of the crew for a few minutes. I watch, growing more impatient by the second, as he chatted up a damn storm with them. He finally approaches me with an irritating grin on his face. "Aren't a fan of the book?" He asks, certainly mockingly, as he must notice my unamused expression.

"It's not my taste," I respond plainly.

He gives a small chuckle and speaks. "Ah, well, thank you for being so patient. You can follow me." He says, starting down the hall, expecting me to follow.