𝐕𝐎𝐗, 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄: "and we don't like her? right, okay, fuck that bitch then."
velvette throws up her hands, the charms on her pointed nails clicking together in time. "uh, thank you! i've been saying she's a putrid little engagement-sink this entire fucking time!" with a flick of her wrist, velvette drags a thick purple cross through the girl's simpering face on vox's big screen (one of them, the one that's most important, the one he hooks her up to during meetings). "val won't say anything to her 'cause of her giant fucking tits, vee. look at- look at this, right," she leans over, pulling up a bedazzled graph. the findings may be doctored, but vox fucking loves graphs. chances are he's already rock hard and open-eared. "she's tanking our fucking views, babe. kill the bitch and get it over with." @populied.












