Chained.

Chapter 8

Immediately after teleporting Alastor brings you back to the hotel where you change into your dress, and then go to the voxtek building. 

"Alright y/n. Are you ready?" He asks enthusiastically, waiting for you to answer with enthusiasm too. "No, no not really." You deadpan, not wanting to go into some office and be stuck with a rich ceo with a stick up his ass for thirty minutes to apply for a job. 

"Y/n. You are going in there, and getting the job understood?" He asks, making sure you were listening. "Sure.." you laugh nervously , not really knowing what to say. "Lovely!" He says, pushing you over to the reception. "Break a leg dear!" He yells, leaving the studio.

You groan in frustration and walk over to the receptionist, fixing your dress a bit and taking a deep breath. Ok y/n, you got this.hopefully the ceo who is going to interview you is not a privileged asshole..  "hi I'm y/n, here for a job interview at 12:00." You say, sliding her some papers.

The receptionist nods and takes them, signing a few things before turning back to you. "Perfect. Just go upstairs, third floor to the left and you'll find Mr. Vox waiting for you." She says, sliding the papers back to you.

With a nod you take them and walk over to the elevator,  fixing your hair and makeup a bit in the mirror. Whyy do I get myself in situations like these?? You think, reapplying lip gloss. Because you're broke. You reply to yourself,  stepping out of the elevator  and into the hallway. 

This IS the third floor no? You look around the hallway, looking for some sort of office?..  you walk some more, passing by some rooms, casually peeking in sometime and seeing what they were for. Pictures of angel's boss half naked and posing with guns were plastered on the walls of the hallway, making you particularly uncomfortable..

What the fuck?... you think, passing by a room that looked like a huge tv set, with screens and tv's everywhere, making you a bit uncomfortable, knowing that half of them were probably cameras. "Creepy." You mumble, walking away from the room.

  That was weird as shit.. oh god.. maybe they have t v kinks here?? Or are they a secret tv worshipping society?.. you think, making up every possible scenario. Pleasee Satan don't let me get abducted by tv worshippers.. this is NOT how I want to die  second time.. you pray, still walking around and looking for the office where,. Vox? I think is his name... was waiting for you.

You finally find the office, but you hear yelling from inside.. what?.. you think, knocking on the door, making the yelling stop. You hear someone walking aggressively towards the door and slam it open. "KITTY I TOLD YOU TO-" Val looks down and sees you, his face turning into one of annoyance. 

"Oh. It's you.. VOX!! The little intern is here." He yells with an annoyed tone. What's with HIM? You think, trying not to snap at him for talking to you like that. Wait who's Vox?.. you think, recalling that the receptionist said that name too. Is he like the Maid or something?.. cameraman maybe..

"Excuse me? I'm not an intern I'm just here to apply for a job." You state, crossing your arms. The word "Job" weirdly catches his attention, making him turn his head to you, his whole body language changing into one more at ease, and a smirk spreading across his face.

"A job, hm..?" He smirks, walking closer to you and inspecting your body, eyeing you up and down. "You know you really are one beautiful girl.." he chuckles, leaning closer to your face and grabbing it, turning it around side to side and inspecting it. "What do you think you're doing??" 

You ask, visibly annoyed. Fuck, this guy's weird.. "don't worry I'm just looking." He waves off, as if it was normal to grab a stranger's face. He leans in close again, breathing out red smoke. "You know, a pretty face like yours shouldn't go to waste by salving away behind a desk.." he says with a suggestive tone.