Tech Savvy
Part one: The Aftermath
secretary!reader x vox
cw: canon typical warnings (sex, Valentino, murder etc), mild body horror but its like. replacing your air filter in your car. because its vox.
this isn't smut- but the next one is, just needed to word vomit a bit before he appreciates us ;)
a/n: the porn studio val runs is called PVRN bc i said so.
Vox hired you years ago to be his secretary, and while he expected someone screening his calls and getting his coffee, he actually got a power house that- through sheer fucking willpower- can run every aspect of the V's. Maybe he does have a hyper-compentancy kink........ or maybe he just wants to say thank you.
Its a fucking nightmare. Every angle you look at it- it's a fucking disaster. VoxTV is down in viewers since Vox got folded by Alastor last week- and with Vox sulking and drinking in his little tower of self pity nothing new is being filmed- because Vox insists on being the star anytime he can.
Valentino is pissed for a slew of reasons- but largely because Vox is blue balling him and, Angel is spending less time in the studio because of the Hotel. All the anger manifests in him tearing the studio rooms apart- and because hes a cunt- and all of Velvettes designs for her latest season, which debuts in a week.
Velvette is pissed because her designs and models are being torn apart by Val. She's killed four employees in the past week- and has yet to produce a new design. And you're here to pick up the pieces. It's rare that all three of the V's lose it at the same time. Val loses it every two days, Velvette only loses it the days before a new line drops, and Vox?
Well Vox hasn't lost in in the past seven years. There's very little that can make Vox lose it, unfortunately for everybody in hell, The Radio Demon is back- and in his first public apperance in seven years he humiliated Vox.
You lean against the hallway wall and sigh. There's so much to do. PVRN hasn't put anything new in days, VoxTV isn't running any stories because Vox refuses to let anyone else be the new anchor, and Velvettes new line Vabulous is fucked. Where to start.
You hold your palm up and open it like you're holding a compact. The VoxComp Bracelet flashes to life. Your oher hand starts to type in your palm. First you send out texts to VoxTv managers- telling them to start playing reruns of 'So what if I fucked your sister?!'
Then you pull up the schedules for PVRN studios, Angel Dust and Tiffiny Tit-Fuck are both scheduled this week. The studio is wrecked- but they can do a few live streams. Nothing that requires them to be here- meaning Val is less likely to melt at the sight of Angel- and they make good enough money. You message PVRN managers, Angel, and Tif and tell them their new plan.
Velvette is the hardest to fix- but nothing you can't handle. You're the one who keeps shit in line after all. You push off the wall and start making your way to Vox's tower- calling Velvette as you do.
"WHAT?!" She shouts as she picks up. "Vel-"
"SHUT UP- I'M ON THE PHONE!" She hisses to someone off screen. "What?! I don't have all day!"
"Velvette, I heard whats happening. Here's the plan-"
"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE-"
"VEL! You have four days to pull your show together- do you want to fight me right now?" You snap- startling an intern who drops the papers she'd holding. "Now- listen to me. I am sending people to Rosie's, you need to order your new supplies now. Is anything salvageable?"
Velvette thankfully locks the fuck in. "Accessories seem to be fine- or at least workable, but the outfits are toast. 'Tino-"
"Alright- Velvette, listen. Order your fabrics and feathers- watever you need order it from Rosie- now. I'll send interns to pick it up. I'm sending all the inters to you after- you'll need the extra hands."
"fuck- fine. But if they fuck up my order-"
"They won't." You hang up and slam the door to the editing room open. There's four interns tucked into a corner. "You- come here." They skitter forward. "Gather all the interns and go to Cannibal town. Ask Rosie for the major order." You say stepping back so the interns can rush out of the room.
You get in the elevator and head to the Penthouse. You walk to his door and knock. "Sir?"
"fu-uck off." Is the garbled reply. You open the door. Vox is sprawled in his chair, distorted pictures of Alastor cover the monitors. The room reeks of booze, not cheap shit, Asmodian whiskey. It goes through Vox's filters so fast, frying his servos by the dozen.
You step to him and... its rough. Electrical burns across his body from his blown fuse, his filters are clogged, dangerously low power flashes in the corner. You sigh and close your palm, "Come on." You heft him up- and that gets a response. He shouts and starts whacking you. But in his current state it's like handling a child. You drag him to his bed- and charger.
Normally Vox could just swap batteries, but he needs matinence, so you'd rather he recover. You shove him down to the bed and jam the plug to the back of his head. You unbutton his shirt all the way, the burns are pretty bad. His hand's clearly aren't fully fucntional- meaning he needs more serious matinence than what ou can do.
You sigh and open your palm, sending for a technician. In the mean time you need to replace his water filters. You press on his third rib and hook under a latch- opening a panel. The filter- normally blue- is a neon pink from the whiskey. you take it out- not caring to be gentle- and swear as the liquid splatters onto the floor. His eyes fly open and he tries to hit you. You scoff and flip a switch in his torso- causing him to go limp. "Enough."
You set the ruined filter to the side and move to his spare parts room. He's saying something- but it's all jumbled. you return with a new filter and twist it into place. He gasps and you flick the switch again- giving him his mobility back.
"You Bitch!" He snarls, bringing a clawed hand to his open hatch. "You're so fucking dead."
You raise a brow, his eyes are flashing rapidly. "A technician will be here in ten. I'll send you the updates on PVRN and the station in half an hour."
"Don't walk away from me you fucking-" You just hum and move to leave.
There's a weakly grumbled "you're fired." before you shut the door. You snort. You open your palm again and call the kitchen. "Harvy? Yeah, send a full breakfast up to Vox's tower. Plenty of water." Your hand shuts, ending the call, and you move to your desk. you sit and start to work- doing the easy shit.
You have about an hour before Vox gets up to really gril you about what he's missed. Might as well have everything ready- especially because there's so much to cover.
