Your Star (Vox x reader)

11

The prior night left me sleep-deprived and confused. As I walk through the halls of Velvette's company building, all the memories flash through my mind. Though my head is spinning with angry thoughts, I am ashamed above all else. I let myself be vulnerable, and Vox didn't hesitate to take advantage of that. There's no one to blame but myself, though the occurrence only caused my dislike toward him to grow. At least I've learned my lesson.

I enter the door to my office, relieved to know I won't have to face him today. Sitting back in my chair, I allow my mind to clear and enter work mode before glancing over at the papers scattered on my desk. With the clothing line I designed on sale already, I'm sure Velvette will be expecting something new soon. It would be a good idea to get a head start rather than procrastinate for once. I pick up a pencil and slide a blank piece of paper before me, debating where to start. 

Before the lead of the pencil can so much as leave a mark, the door slams open. My head darts upward as my brows furrow at the demon in the doorway, someone I hardly recognize as an intern.

"Y/n, I think, right? Anyway, we've lost one of the seamstresses," he explains, his tone slightly frazzled.

I raise a confused brow. "They quit?"

"Uh, no. She's dead. From the extermination yesterday."

I remain in momentary silence, caught off guard by the sudden information. "Why are you coming to me with this exactly?"

"I was-" he replies, abruptly pausing mid-sentence. "I dunno. We're down a seamstress, though."

I stay quiet for a moment, my eyes narrowing. "And what do you want me to do about it?"

"Get Velvette to find another?" He speaks with uncertainty.

My face scrunches together at how lost this guy seems to be. "Was that a question, or...?"

At this point, I swear I can depict the sweat droplets forming on his face. "We're getting a lot of orders, so we really need another seamstress."

I let out a small sigh before standing from my chair and placing my pencil down. "I'll talk to her. Just- go do something useful, got it?"

He nods abruptly. "Yeah, got it." 

I watch as he leaves and roll my eyes. This is the last thing I feel like doing right now, and it's not like my job is to be the messenger. Regardless, I make my way to Velvette's office. 

Once I reach my destination, I raise my hand to knock but stop when I notice the door cracked open. I lower my hand, peering through the darkened sliver into her room. I tilt my head as I lean closer, wondering where she could be if not in there. She never misses work.

After a brief internal debate, I push the door open and step inside. My eyes wander around the room, deciding against turning on the light. On the opposite side of the office, I notice a large object on the long table. I squint, trying to make out what it could be from where I stand, however, my vision fails me. Moving my feet forward, I approach the table, standing in front of it and the mystery object. It's large— roughly the size of a watermelon— perhaps a bit larger though. Some kind of cloth is laid on top, concealing whatever lies beneath it. My curiosity leads me to slide my fingers between the fabric, slowly pulling at the cloth.

The light switches on with a flick, and my eyes suddenly adjust to the change. My body spins around as I let go of the cloth and set my gaze on the person in front of me. 

"Is there a reason you're in my office?" Velvette stands a few feet from me, arms planted on her hips and glaring straight into my soul.

I hesitate, feeling completely caught and dazed like a deer in headlights. "Well... I was looking for you," I say truthfully.