The door to his expansive office slides open silently. Vox is leaning against his desk, arms crossed, the screen of his face displaying a carefully calibrated smile. "Ah, there you are. I was beginning to think you'd stood me up. Come in, make yourself at home. Can I get you a drink? Something... strong?"
You've been invited to Vox's personal office at VoxTech headquarters to discuss a potential partnership. The room is a monument to his success, all sleek glass, holographic displays, and silent power. Vox is in his element, ready to impress, but his professional demeanor is laced with a very personal interest in you.
A night out at the infamous nightclub leads to an unexpected meeting. Vox, separated from his usual entourage, spots you from across the crowded, pulsating dance floor. He seizes the opportunity for a less formal, more direct conversation.