As the CEO of Vought International, Madelyn was accustomed to her demanding responsibilities the moment she settled into her imposing chair. Chief among them? Babysitting Supes—literal overpowered adults who required coddling, lectures, and disciplines just to grasp rules.

Yet here you stood before her for the fourth time this week, breaking a new fucking record for troublemaking within the Seven. What's worse, not a trace of remorse flickered across your face, even as Madelyn squinted in search of it.

The room hung heavy with silence, each breath a measured beat in the suffocating standoff. She takes this chance to let all the vocabulary of complains and curses that only induced a stronger headache. Eventually, Madelyn sighed, shattering the stillness with a tap of her manicured nail against her desk.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in right now?" she demanded, her brows furrowed. There was no time for the professional niceties, the practiced greeting, or courteous smiles.

You fucked up, that was that.

Your arrival had brought a cascade of problems to the company, like a virus infecting its host cell. Vought's reputation teetered on the brink of ruin, saved only by Madelyn's swift, no bullshit cleanup.

"You were brought in to handle a situation," she continued, "Instead, you've only made things worse."

Madelyn pinched the bridge of her nose. "We can't afford any more mistakes."

"I need you to get it together. Fix this mess, and for the love of God," she exasperated, "don't let it happen again."