Your Star (Vox x reader)

6

The morning after the fashion show, I decided to evolve a plan on my way to work. I can now acknowledge that I accepted Vox's job offer too quickly. It's only been a few days, but I've somehow grown to dislike him already. Besides, I'm already super busy working for Velvette. The last thing I need is additional stress, even if it makes me more money. So, at six, when I go to VoxTech, I will politely resign. I can only hope that Vox will take the news well. Who am I kidding, there's no chance he will, but he can't force me to stay.

I enter the company doors and head to my office. Before I even reach it, I hear a loud voice. "Y/n!" I flinch at the sudden call of my name and spin around to see Velvette right in front of me. "The company is at stake!"

My eyes widen in worry at her words. "What's going on?"

"One of the dresses you made has a tear!" She grabs my shoulders, shaking me around.

I blink a couple of times, slightly startled at the jostling. "That's all?"

She drops her arms and shrugs. "Hm, now that you say it, I may have been exaggerating."

I let out a relieved sigh. "Okay... okay, how big is the tear, and how did it happen?"

"It runs from the bottom to the waistline," she informs, then crosses her arms. "Vanessa handed it to me after the show," she utters the girl's name with distaste. 

"Were the seamstresses unable to stitch it back up?"

She shakes her head and groans. "Since it's the only one, they had nothing to compare it to apparently... those good-for-nothing morons."

"That's fine. I'll fix it," I force a polite smile through my irritation.

Her mood instantly shifts to a pleased one. "Come along, then. I don't have all day." She walks past me, expecting me to follow. "By the way, we gained two new sponsors yesterday. They kept going on and on about how much they loved the new collection."

My face lights up at her words. "That's great. How relevant are the two of them?"

"I like the way you think," She begins with a grin. "They're fairly popular. Most importantly, they pay well." 

I nod as she leads me into a small, secluded room. "I'm glad things worked out." She puts her hands on the sides of my arms and sets me down in front of a sewing station.

I notice the dress lying on the desk and carefully take it into my hands. I hold it up, running my fingers through the rip that Velvette was talking about. It was pretty large, but nothing I can't handle, I'm sure. "I'll start right away. It shouldn't take too long. Only a few hours."

She pats me on the head with a grin. "What would I do without you?" She pauses and lets out a small hum. "How would you feel about a promotion?"

My head tilts up to look directly at her, surprised at her question. "I wouldn't be opposed to that at all."

She smiles, resting a hand on her hip. "Once you finish patching up the dress, then we can talk. Got it?"

"Got it," I assure, falling short of any other words due to my minor state of shock.

"I'll be in my office if you need me. But try not to." She says, leaving me with those words as she exits the room.

I've been working for Velvette for years and never would have expected a promotion that exceeded my current position. This, strangely enough, was something I thought I could only dream of. Not only could it be a potential opportunity for me, but I have even more of a reason to resign from my 'side job' at VoxTech. 

I flip the switch on the sewing machine, and it buzzes to life. This promotion is as good as mine, and to Vox, I have two words: good riddance.

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