The Cutting Room Floor (Vox x f!Reader)

Chapter 5

Mindlessly scrolling on your phone, you waited backstage for Vox to finish his presentation about VoxTek Enterprises. You had requested to go last, as your presentation depended on some extra data you were accumulating throughout the showcase. Sure, this presentation was a big deal, but you had done enough public speaking to not be phased anymore. Everyone knew you, everyone loved you, and you had a kickass business to show off.

Vox's voice boomed through the room, and you could tell it was going to be time for you to head on stage soon. Finding a lit up mirror, you fixed your hair and readjusted the cropped jacket of your matching 90's Chanel inspired jacket and dress set. With a rotation of the charmed chain accessory around your waist, you decided you looked absolutely perfect. Right on time too, as the crowd outside erupted into applause for Vox. You locked eyes with him as he walked backstage, moving towards each other in sync. You smiled, "Good job!!"

He handed you the microphone, "Knock em' dead."

Your fingers brushed as you took it from him, giving eachother a nod and a wink before you stepped out and into the stage lights, flipping the mic in your hand. The sea of demons in the conference room cheered and applauded you as you took your place on stage. Mammon's hologram sat in the back, his eyes following you as you glided across the floor. Judging you.

As you greeted the audience, you couldn't help but notice Vox in your peripherals, leaning on the side wall to watch you in action. You were still pissed off from last night, and while you were completely sweet and yourself in person, you took it out by giving him less attention than normal and ignoring his texts.

"We've seen a lot of amazing presentations today, and of course throughout you've all been rating them based on how engaging they were, how aesthetically pleasing, etcetera. Let's take a look at the polls now, shall we?"

The screens behind you illuminated with the data you had gathered in a beautifully animated and color-coded display.

"So based on your responses we have the top presentations here- all very high ratings, and I've gotta say, I personally am very pleased to see you enjoyed them. I'll actually let you in on something, because what's really cool is that they all have one thing in common- my design." You grinned, giving a joking little bow as you got applause. "I'm Y/N, the CEO and founder of Intuition Media, officially the largest marketing and talent agency in Pride."

Another loud round of cheers. You giggled, "I could go on about all the brands and celebrities I manage the marketing for but, well, I'm no statistician, I think we all agree that my work speaks for itself."

You went on to explain some more statistics for employee numbers, clients, before and after to demonstrate how much some of your high profile clients skyrocketed in revenue after Intuition's marketing. It was flashy, informative and straight to the point. Everything anyone could have wanted. The breath of fresh air to liven the audience before the conference day came to a close. Clicking out of the last slide, you gave a warm smile to the audience. "Thank you all, and have a lovely night."

Mammon didn't look impressed. In fact, he was completely ignoring you and talking to some jester looking employees. To say the least, you were utterly disappointed in yourself, especially after how you were so sure you would be completely captivating.

You exchanged pleasantries with the MC, handing them the mic and heading back behind the curtain to where Vox was waiting for you. The Vees quickly surrounded you, encouraging you and praising you for your presentation- in their own ways of course. The four of you made your ways over back to hotel rooms to get ready for the evening portion- the long awaited soiree, and made plans to meet up after you were all ready to go. Velvette and Valentino went ahead to their rooms, leaving you and Vox to yours.