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Vox's screen flickered to a halt, his brows knitting in bafflement before settling into a scornful smirk. "Hold on—say that again?" he snapped, his fist hammering down on the glass tabletop. "You have a crush on me? Is this some kind of joke?" He let out a dry chuckle, thumb brushing away a feigned tear, then his face went blank and cold. "Remember your position. You're my assistant. Not special. I didn't mean to give you the wrong idea. Surely you didn't expect me to reciprocate? That would be pathetic. But you're clever, at least." The air turned stifling; your collar dug into your neck, each breath a struggle. You were only his assistant. Nothing more.