#▌❝did you not read the colony policy? that defines you as company property?❞ ➤ vale

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@screentimeoverlord sent: 「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap. Vox pulls Vale in as she delivers his coffee to him, hand sliding along her waist and the other along her leg going up to her inner thigh without a word to her. ↪ where dodger finds these old-ass fucking prompts idk but i'm here for it ---

It was the perfect temperature, she'd made certain of that --- hot and fresh, but just at the proper measure for drinking without burning. It was exactly as he'd instructed it be made, save for one improvisation: a Voxtek logo drawn into the foam on top. She'd always wanted to be an artist... and it didn't change the flavor of the coffee at all ---

--- oh ! She starts, having just barely settled the cup on his desk, and then --- ! She bleats, swallowing the sound with chagrin as she feels his hands --- ! A dark flush rushes to her cherubic cheeks, a whimper of flustered panic caught in her throat as she fumbles; she'd landed as he'd intended, her backside flush to his lap. Her fingers quickly drop the tablet she toted everywhere ( the newest model from Voxtek, of course ) and fall to his hand, grasping the wrist and fingers much larger than her own as she squeaks ---

❝ --- ... ! S-Sir ... !!!? ❞

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There was something about the way that he touched her --- the manner in which his clawed digit drifted down her jugular to rest in the small dip of her collarbone that didn't sit well with her. His comments lingered; he was a creep, too... like Don Caro. Still... she's chosen the bigger shark with good reason. This one doesn't have as much of a reason to kill her... yet. She hopes she'll be able to keep it that way. Thin shoulders tense further, eyes still cast downward and aside in aversion, lips pursed... but she doesn't draw away from the touch, worried that such a blatant rejection followed by another might anger him again. Those abyssal hues are drawn upward, however, at the appearance of two more of him in spitting image: holograms. Whatever they showed him... it seemed sufficient enough that he believed her.

❝ Uhm... th-thank you, Sir... I --- when... may I start ? I --- I also... had questions about... salary, and... benefits ? Such as lodgings --- ? But --- ❞

"Hmph." He mused as she declined, but it wasn't like she had a choice in the matter anyway. Tracing that hand down her neck and to the collarbone of where her outfit then covers her up.

A moment later, out of the cameras comes two Vox clones, each projecting a picture on their screens that took his attention away from him. "My my, seems Don Caro's days are numbered." He said looking back to Vale as the two disperses with a zap back into Vox.

"Welcome to VoxTek, Vale."

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gauging interest ! ♡ this post if you would be interested in interacting with my original character, vale carta --- secretary at voxtek enterprises. comment with a ♡ if you'd like a starter or ask from her !

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reference ! art by gasuguma.

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... She really wishes she wasn't on social-media intelligence gathering tonight...

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@calamitism sent: ❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜ ( for the damaged sentence starters, for vale, from kore ) ↪ for the damaged / accepting !

Colorless hues blink up at the voice, turning her attention to its source. Confusion flickers across her features, one ear twitching briefly as she's given pause. Those were... kind words, but --- what did a stranger know ? That was... a very strong opinion for someone she'd never met ---

❝ I... uhm --- thank you, but... sorry --- who are you... ? ❞

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a masked stranger said: New to Vale, but damn if she doesn't look so breedable. ↪ anonymous confessions / accepting !

..... anxious bleating --- marking her inbox as private ---

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@calamitism ♡'d !

The knock at her door is almost too quiet to hear --- and very hesitant. She hasn't met Ms. Velvette yet, but... she seemed quite imposing, and the last thing that she wanted to do as a new employee was make a bad impression on one of the Vees...

❝ --- Uhm... you... wanted to see me... ? Ms. Velvette ? ❞

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There isn't a single iota of fear in response to his threat... not for any lack of recognition of its danger on her part, but purely for the fact that what she had told him was the absolute truth. She had nothing whatsoever to fear in that regard. She could even show him the documents to prove her claims, if he asked... but the previous ten minutes had proven beyond the shadow of a doubt that giving up everything she had without his specific instruction would not end well for her. What cards she held, she had to keep them close to her chest... to which her chin drops slightly, shoulders hunched and brows pinched at his suggestion. What a cruel comment...

❝ --- No, I... I would... prefer... to not have to do... that... again. ❞ She whispers, eyes averted in shame as he caresses her frail jawline. ❝ I... would prefer secretarial duties. I'm really quite good at them... ❞

"We'll see if it holds true, if it doesn't well, you're in for a very bad time." Vox let two arcing bolts of electricity out towards the security camera in the room.

"Now, I'd like to hear what you want to be. Secretary, was it? Or would you like to continue the trend and start as eye candy for someone like me?" Vox asked tracing his clawed digit along her chin. She looks so, fragile, easy to break. Delightful.

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Wide eyes blink as her face is taken in his hands, fear still coursing through her veins, in spite of his apparent approval. He really was quite the intimidating person --- more than she'd expected, going by his public persona. He always seemed so friendly, so eager... but behind closed doors, she supposes that it isn't really surprising that an Overlord should be cold and cruel. What is surprising is the comment about her looks --- but she doesn't acknowledge it beyond a slight flush warming her cheeks against his palms. The rest of his words were far more important ---

❝ I --- I assure you, it's true... please, just Vale is fine... --- so... I... have the job ? ❞

Vox looks at her, if what she says is true.. It would only mean one thing, that he has procured angelic steel weapons if he stole from Carmilla. And to go for Val? Tch.. A foolish move.

"Valeria." He said as he pulled her in after her little sudden move backing off from him. Hand to her chin and cheeks as he smiles. "There's hope for you yet, if what you say is true. Then welcome to VoxTek, I do have need for a secretary, especially one being so cute."

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The weight of the chain, however ethereal it may look, is very, very real --- and very, very heavy. She gasps softly as the screen flickers, and the blue-light surrounds her throat, closing around her neck and chaining her very soul to the hand of the man holding the other end. It hurts ------ only for a brief moment, but she can feel the tightness beneath her skin, the electric pulse in her mind as the bond is formed, the contract sealed --- the deal done. She barely has a moment to catch her breath before he's demanding her attention again, turning her chin over her shoulder with a yank. She blinks up at him, wide-eyed... then looks down, averting her gaze anxiously with brows knit, her voice too-soft.

❝ ... He... stole from... Carmilla Carmine. She... doesn't know that it was him, but... he has... had... things... that he shouldn't have had... dangerous things. ❞ She shifts uncomfortably where she stands, wanting to put more distance between them than the chain will allow as she once more envelopes herself in an embrace. ❝ He... he was planning to use what he took... to try and overthrow Valentino ------ to take a larger portion of the City's drug and sex-trafficking network. ❞

Once the contract was done, a little chain appearing in its place and twins out in both directions, one to his hand and the other to the collar forming at her neck. "Valeria, such a sweet little name. Dangerous to be thrown to the wolves, is it not?" He asked grabbing her head and turning it to look back over her shoulder to Vox after she had signed herself off to him. "Tell me, what secrets do you hold for Don Caro? Let it be juicy enough so I might consider giving you the protection you crave."

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A sharp jolt runs up her spine as he closes a clawed hand around her wrist, hard and unforgiving. She stumbles on her hooves as she's spun to face the screen, feeling his other arm snake around her and pushing her to it. The threat that falls from his lips... it turns her stomach, an icy pit of fear churning as a knot forms in her throat. She sucks in a sharp, shallow breath --- her eyes feel hot. He... really has no mercy whatsoever, does he ? She was an idiot --- at the very least, she'd been an idiot... to think that it could have been any other way. The Overlords... they were all the same, and as hard as she worked, as much as she tried, she could never reach a level of strength or power that could make her anything to any of them but a lamb for the slaughter...

... A soft, shaky sigh is exhaled from her lips, a sob choked back as her chin falls with her hand as it's released. She can feel every last ounce of her hope crumbling like the weathered marble of an old statue in a lonely graveyard ------ as if her skin itself were spilling from her bones. A deep sadness seeps from every pore as she gives in, quietly moving her finger across the screen, signing her afterlife away.

---------------------------- Valeria Carta.

"To think you might have a chance on changing the terms? Endearing aren't we? What's stopping me from just taking you to Don Caro right now then? Let's leave you a choice, either you work for me and give me your soul like a good little sheep to follow the shepard. Or I toss you to the wolves and see what happens from there?" He added as he took her hand and pulled her in, turning her around to face the screen in front of her while he got his arm around her. Taking her hand to the screen and letting go of it so she could sign away. "The choice, is yours, me, or Don Caro. We both know who would be the worst to oppose, don't we?"

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... It's tempting ------ too tempting... but she can't, and won't let herself be so easily walked into a noose. That open-ended, simple wording... no, that wouldn't do. Her eyes graze the page that he puts before her for only a moment before pursing her lips, and shaking her head. She looks back up to meet his gaze, still embracing herself, as if somehow her own arms could protect her from the encroaching threats on every side. ❝ I --- no... I can't sign that. I'm sorry, but... I need something... more concrete. ❞ She is desperate, that much is clear... but she isn't an idiot. Hopefully, Vox can appreciate this... rather than seeing it as a nuisance. ❝ I --- will agree to work for Voxtek... in whatever position you assign me --- but... just having a job... isn't enough. In exchange for my service under you, and --- and the secrets I'll share... I need protection. That... has to be in the contract. You have to protect me... --- from Don Caro, and his family, and... anyone else ! ❞

"oh don't be so sure of that little sheep. For you see, Don Caro isn't too good for business. He owes me a few favors already and I don't see him being the sort to repay them too soon. So tell me, Vale. Tell me what you got on him and we'll see for a position here with me." Vox added as he stepped closer, screen right at her face. "But a contract? You'd be fine with everything I would do, no matter the position? All for the trade of a little secret?" Oh he was liking how she writhed in desperation, she clings to that little secret like it was depending on her own life. "Tell me." He added as a screen appeared in front of her right between the two. A simple one.

For the trade of a single secret, the soul of the contracted would work at VoxTek. Sign here:__________

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Oh... oh, no. Her lips purse all the tighter as she flinches anxiously at his touch, but she knows better now than to resist the sharp guidance of his clawed hand beyond a momentary hesitation. He sounds --- and looks --- too pleased as he lifts her chin, forcing the dark abyss of her eyes to meet his. She knew he'd ask such a thing... and denying him would surely only anger him again, but ------ ❝ I... ------ I can't... ❞ She whimpers pleadingly as her fingers tighten against her own arms. Despite the lack of irises or pupils, there's a clear desperation in her gaze; she knows that she only has one card left to play... to give it away would be the epitome of foolishness !

❝ Please, Mr. Vox... you must understand... ! You're a businessman, aren't you ? I --- if I tell you... then... I have nothing left ! No leverage... I --- I can't tell you that... ❞ She won't pretend to stand a chance against him in a game of deceit again; there's no bravado or hidden intention in her words, no pride or ambition. She begs him to let her keep this secret. If he doesn't... ❝ If I told you, then... you'd have no use for me, and ------ the moment he finds me... I'm as good as dead... ❞ Her brows tense tighter, shoulders stiffening ---

❝ If --- if you make a contract with me, then... then, I'll tell you ! ❞

He has heard of him, some big wigs type of guy.. But in terms of influence and power, not much of a sort. And up and coming overlord type of guy. While he wasn't directly against the Vs, they had done minor dealings with him, for now.

Vox stepped in closer to her, hand up under her chin to make her look up at him, a grin formed. Either she was already dead or she had just told him something useful. And well, she wasn't laying on the floor.

"Don Caro you say? And what, pray tell, did you see that caused him to go after you." Vox asked as he got a good look at her now with her face no longer buried down to look at the floor. Cute, usable for sure.