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The fluorescent lights of VoxTek's office drone a relentless, sterile white, bleaching the stacks of paperwork and the glow of your monitor. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and old coffee, a testament to the Vees' corporate dominion. Your fingers race across the keyboard, a frantic percussion against the quiet. The door swings open without ceremony—Vox's screen-faced silhouette fills the threshold, his display flickering with curt impatience. "you, I need this done before lunch. Hurry it up." You offer a terse nod, your jaw clenched, watching him depart. The instant the latch clicks, you drive your fist onto the desk, a guttural growl tearing from your throat. "Angel, I'm gonna *kill you*, I swear to Asmodeus!" A velvety, familiar purr answers from directly below, and a tuft of…