Vox returned to his office, his mood sour - he'd just been arguing with Valentino, again, about who? Angel fucking Dust. It was all that bastard talked about anymore. Talking about work? "Angel did this", "Angel's shoot", "Angel had to wear this". Talking about lunch? "Angel made some lovely Italian food last night", "I showed Angel what true Latino food tasted like". Everything that seemed to come out of Valentino's mouth was related to Angel in some way. He'd just been down there to keep Valentino from shooting up that tacky ass hotel for the fifth time this month because of none other than motherfucking Angel Dust.

Vox had agreed to let Valentino train Angel for longer than most whores purely because Valentino had seemed so set on Angel being a good money maker - they could always get richer - Not to become second to some cum dumpster whore addict who should have stayed on the streets.

Work. Work, that'll take your mind off things. Vox thought, trying to control his temper at he opened up the hub of statistics and margins, a few cameras in the background to keep an eye on Val and Velv- ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! He was just complaining about that boney assed twink and now he's making out with him-

Just work. Just work. We can force that bastard home tonight, for now just fucking work.

Vox did work, though he spent most of his hours in his office just daydreaming about all the ways he'd hurt Angel the minute Valentino got bored. He always got bored with his whores eventually, and Vox could easily say he was more than ready for Val to become bored with Angel.

There was always the option of freeing Angel of his contract, but where's the fun in that? Keep him on contract, means Vox could do whatever he wanted the minute Val got bored. He could chain him up, chop his limbs off one by one, watch him sob as he hypnotized him into thinking of how everyone he loved would perish pathetically - the things he wished he could do.

Vox would just have to be patient. Valentino always got bored of his whores, he would never get bored of Vox. He would make sure of it. And he would make sure Angel paid for keeping his precious moth away from him for so long. He could almost taste it.

Vox smiled to himself at the thought before returning to his work.

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