Lovers Once More - Radiostatic

Workin' Man

Inside VoxTek, the atmosphere buzzed with a frenetic energy that had become all too familiar. Vox navigated the sleek halls, his screen flickering with various graphics as he processed the tasks ahead. He entered his office, where several members of his team were gathered around a table strewn with product prototypes and various tech gadgets.

"Vox!" one of his lead engineers, a wiry demon named Glitch, exclaimed as he looked up at the flickering screen on Vox's head. "We've got a serious issue with the latest batch of prototypes. They're malfunctioning in ways we didn't anticipate."

"Great. Just what I needed today," Vox displayed an animated frown, conveying his frustration. "What's the problem?"

Glitch quickly explained the situation, detailing the bugs that had crept into the system and how they were affecting the overall performance of the devices. Vox listened intently, mentally cataloging everything they needed to address.

"Okay, let's break this down," Vox said, adopting a commanding presence. "How many units are we talking about? And what's the timeline for fixing them?"

"We've got about fifty units that are unsalvageable and another hundred that need recalibrating. The deadline for the launch is in two weeks, and we need to get this sorted out ASAP," Glitch replied, anxiety evident in his voice.

"Two weeks? We can't afford to push the launch back; the investors are already breathing down our necks. If we don't deliver on time, we're looking at potential losses, and I'm not even going to get into how that'll affect our reputation," Vox said, pacing the room, his screen flashing with various graphics that reflected his stress.

As the team began brainstorming solutions, Vox felt the pressure mounting. He glanced at the clock—time was slipping away, and the dinner plans with Alastor were looming in his mind. He couldn't afford to let this situation drag out, not when he had something important to celebrate later.

"Okay, everyone, listen up!" Vox called out, trying to rally the team. "I want us to prioritize the recalibration process. Break the team into two: one focusing on the malfunctioning units and the other on fixing the calibration issues. We'll work overtime if we have to. I'll pull in some extra resources to help, but we need to be efficient."

His team nodded, their expressions shifting from worry to determination. Vox could feel the adrenaline coursing through him as he laid out the plan, each step bringing him closer to resolving the issue. He quickly called in a few more engineers to assist, delegating tasks and pushing everyone into action.

After hours of intense focus and collaboration, the atmosphere in the office began to shift. The team was energized, ideas bouncing back and forth as they worked together to troubleshoot the issues. Vox felt a surge of pride as he watched his team rally behind him, each member pouring their skills into finding a solution.

Finally, as the clock struck five, Vox leaned back in his chair, fatigue creeping in. "Alright, we've made good progress. Let's reconvene tomorrow morning to see where we stand. We might be able to salvage this yet," he said, a note of hope creeping into his voice.

As his team began to pack up, Vox's screen flickered with images of the evening ahead. He was excited about dinner with Alastor and introducing Papermint to the staff. He just had to get through this stressful day first.

After a quick debrief with Glitch, Vox headed out, ready to meet Papermint and get back to the hotel. His heart raced at the thought of the surprise he was preparing, a small yet meaningful step in solidifying his commitment to Alastor.

Just as Vox was about to give Papermint his five-minute warning to wrap things up, the office door burst open, and Angel Dust came sprinting in from the lower level of the building, where Valentino's studio was located. He was completely naked except for a hastily thrown-on robe that barely covered him.