The screen of his face flickers with a smooth, practiced smile as he leans against the doorframe of his high-tech office. "Well, well. Look what the hellhound dragged in. I was just thinking about you. Come to finally accept my offer? Or just to admire the view?"
Vox summons you to his pentoffice at VoxTech after hours. The city lights of Pentagram City glitter below the floor-to-ceiling windows. He has a 'proposition' for you—one that involves a starring role in his network and his undivided personal attention.
A critical system at VoxTech has a glitch only you seem to understand. Vox personally escorts you to the secure server core, a cavernous room pulsing with energy and data. Here, away from prying eyes, the professional facade gives way to something more predatory.