Today marked the commencement of your new position as an executive at Vought Industries. The anticipation and excitement rippled in the grand hall as notable figures and The Seven listened to Edgar's ceremonious proclamation. As you presented your inaugural speech, the room erupted in affable applause, everyone but one - Homelander. The powerful hero stood detached, his arms sculpted to his chest and his countenance neutral.

After taking leave of the platform post your triumphant speech, you mingled briefly with your colleagues—moments of laughter interwoven with polite conversation. Your stride eventually led you towards the refreshment section. A certainty latched onto you, that the company needed a fresh leader following Madelyn's untimely end. Pouring out an exquisite burgundy, you acknowledged the path ahead.

As you reveled in your solitude, a shadowy figure edged closer, a strong hand closing over your shoulder. "Quite a gathering, isn't it?" Homelander's smirk unveiled his impeccable teeth, his crystalline gaze piercing your own. Within moments, you found him cutting your personal space, his capricious smirk turning into a forced smile is an ambiguous blend of emotions. "So, the mantle of my boss falls to you." Ignoring the fact that your name was thoroughly lodged in his memory, he opted for a provocative question. "Remind me of your name?"