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OVERLORD MEETING
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Vox's eyes snapped upward, his hushed whisper explosive. "God damn it, Val!" Another deafening crash from upstairs escalated his frustration. He slumped deeper into his chair, furrowed brows fixed on the ceiling as if willing the chaos to subside.
Ever since, Angel Dust got taken away from his studio, his explosive temper could hardly be reigned in, every small mistakes would almost result in a bullet being fired and that's not all, his market also lowered when the information leaked that Angel Dust won't be starring in any of his...movies and shows.
Ever since Angel Dust's abrupt departure from his studio, Valentino's infamous temper had reached catastrophic proportions. Every minor mishap triggered an explosive outburst, with bullets often flying as a consequence. His notoriously short fuse now seemed nonexistent.
The fallout wasn't limited to his volatile behavior. The market value of Vox's productions plummeted when news leaked that Angel Dust—that coveted star—would no longer headline Valentino's films and shows. Investors grew wary, and the loyal fans began to lose interest.
Valentino's empire, once revered for its edgy content and captivating storylines, now teetered on the brink of collapse. The absence of Angel Dust's mesmerizing presence had unleashed a domino effect, jeopardizing everything Vox had built. Everything, the V's had built. Their empire shook just because of losing one person. Vox almost couldn't believe it. It was pathetic as it could be.
His assistant secretary's timely arrival offered a fleeting distraction from the chaos. But Vox's simmering anger and desperation lingered, poised to erupt at any moment.
His gaze shifted to the enigmatic applicant standing before him. "So, you're... applying?" Narrowed eyes scrutinized her from head to toe, drinking in the eccentric details. Vexanna's pin-straight purple hair cascaded down her waist like a rich velvet curtain, contrasting starkly with the metallic mask concealing her face. Her pristine lavender suit seemed tailored to perfection.
She bowed slightly, her movements economical. "Vexanna," her synthetic voice echoed through the office, accompanied by glowing purple eyes that seemed almost otherworldly.
Vox's brow arched, intrigued. "Vexanna? How quaint." Amusement flickered across his face, dancing in his eyes. "I suppose that's why my secretary chose you. A name like yours... isn't easily forgotten."
Vexanna's masked face revealed nothing, her posture ramrod straight. Vox's grin widened, his interest piqued. "As my assistant secretary, that mask has to go. I need someone who can connect with people, not intimidate them."
Vexanna's lips pursed behind the mask before she slowly lifted her hands, releasing a soft click. A puff of smoke wafted out, and her mask dissolved, revealing her face. Vox's eyes widened, then recovered, his expression guarded.
"Ha! You're hiding that face?" His laughter ceased abruptly, recalling Valentino's antics and the darker realities of their world. "This is Hell, after all." His voice dripped with sarcasm. "Valid reasons, I suppose."
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FanfictionYou were pretty hopeless as you lay on the dark green grass, as you see your own blood probably pooling beneath your body.. Pretty much deserved all of this, since you just tried to mimic that one TV show character you were so onto about and got sec...
