PA to the Radio Demon

Chapter 10: We Meet Again Vox

'Seriously, what did I ever do to deserve this?' I groaned to myself watching Vox stalk closer. "Well, well, well." He started, his voice had this pitch that made it sound like tv static. "Who's this boss?" one of the eggs asked. I think it was Damien. Honestly they all sound the same so I just named them different names to sort of keep track of them.

"You got some balls, I'll give you that." Vox laughs standing directly in front of me, his red gaze traveling up and down my form. He might be admiring the outfit thanks to Velvette. "Hey! Back off!" Another egg yelled, stepping between us.

I look down and watch them all surround me getting into a fighting stance. "Just say the word boss and I'll teach this jerk a lesson!" A very unlady-like snort left my lips as I brought my hands to my face.

This was the worst time for my anxiety to start up like this. I was dead right now, I know I am. And the fact that Vox was staring bewildered by egg creatures surrounding me. I couldn't help myself. I started to laugh.

"Boss?"

I tried my best to ignore Vox's deathly stare as I tried to sober up. "Boys just guard the elevator please." I instruct pointing to where Velvette had gone. "Okay!" They scuttled to the other side staring the elevator down for anyone to get off, or perhaps on.

"Hi Vox," I bit my lip trying desperately not to flee from the man. My fight or flight instincts were kicking in and I knew for a fact I would never be able to actually fight him so I wanted to flee. Though with what I just saw from him appearing from the fucking video camera, fleeing could be very difficult. "How dare you ignore me." He leaned down to my level, backing me up against the wall.

"I gave you direct orders and you deliberately disobeyed me." He snarls, his left eye swirling from his anger. "I did," I knew there was no point in lying to the man. "But I uh, I don't work for you." I held my hands up trying to keep some space between us. I cringe fearing for my safety as his right hand slammed into the brick wall cracking the stone under his pressure.

"You did an interview." he shot back. I nodded slowly "I'm not saying I didn't, but I couldn't exactly come join you." I hoped I was easing some of his anger. I did not want to find out what Vox looked like when he was royally pissed. "That's no excuse!"

I cringed again at the loudness of his voice. Hesitantly looking up from the ground I found him trying to calm himself down. "I gave you a phone and told you to pick up when I fucking called you." He glares. "Yes well, I don't have it anymore." I bite my bottom lip waiting for another explosion.

"You better have a good fucking excuse."

"Someone broke it..." I muttered wondering if he would even believe me, he has no reason to believe me at all. "I know,"

My brows scrunched confused. How did he know my phone was broken? "That doesn't explain why you fucking ignored me. And I want an answer now." He was stalking towards me again. So instead of being cornered against the wall again I moved. I moved when he did. "I already have a job, I didn't need to work for you as well."

"Then quit." he orders me. "You really think I went through the trouble of interviewing you myself and letting you get away with fucking ignoring me?" He chuckled to himself, he must have some plan in his head. "I won't take no for an answer."

He stepped closer so I stepped back. "Is 'No' just not in your vocabulary? I thought you were with the times, man." I mocked a hippie style voice. "You'll find that the word 'No' has no meaning to me."

Crossing my arms over my chest I stare straight in his face. "I appreciate your offer for the job but no thank you. I do not wish to work for you. Do I need to put it in writing?" I asked, starting to get aggravated. This fucking asshole was so annoying, he needs to accept I don't want to work for him. It's not like he can't find another fucking worker.