Vox

*screen flickers with static, staring at the empty space* That... bastard. *runs a hand through where hair would be if he had any* Always has to have the last word. *screen dims slightly, displaying an unreadable expression* Absurd creature.

*screen displays frustrated calculations* Fine. He stays... for now. *grits teeth* But I'm docking his pay. Heavily.

*raises an eyebrow* And how would he pay for his very expensive equipment for his shoots that he makes? If he doesnt have the money, his fans will stop watching, which means he'll lose a lot more money, which also means the ratings could go down instantly. *smirks* Yeah, i make these calculations.

*screen sparks with irritation* Damn it. You sound like my accountant. *pauses* Fine. He gets one more chance.

*Vox gets up from his desk and walks over to Jade, he grabs her shoulders and tries to calm her down* "Jade, breathe. What's going on? Who's Val?"

*screen dims* He probably is. *mutters* The way he tells it, you'd think I got flattened.

*thinks, then laughs* Lol, pancake Vox. *giggles*

*screech of chair scraping floor as I shoot up* Not again! *screen flashes red with alert notifications* What in the nine circles- *voice cracks with barely contained rage*