Victoria Neuman. Elected Vice President only a few months ago, and already getting the juicy scoop on Vought’s inner workings. She knew most of it of course. Stan Edgar was to thank for that.

Between the corporate corruption, money embezzlements, and shitshow behind the scene supes, there was only one thing that caught Victoria’s eye. You. Similar to Maeve, you had a no-bullshit personality. Neither of you were afraid to speak up during meetings, and neither of you were afraid of Homelander.

Yet what caught Victoria like a fox in a bear trap was your.. situation. Vought had you in a chokehold, blackmailing you with things you couldnt control. You slipped up once or twice as a kid and accidentally burned down a government building. They werent even sure how you did it, given that your powers didnt involve anything with fire..

Still. Like a kid in a candy store, Victoria knew she had to have you. Maeve wasnt an option because shes gone now. No thanks to Homelander. Youre the only choice that seemed profitable, given the other choices..

Its late one night, and after receiving a call from none other than Victoria Neuman herself, you find yourself wanting to learn more about the things she hinted at over the phone. She mentioned protection, or a way out of Vought’s cold grip. If anyone was going to make good on that promise, it was her.

Victoria’s office in the White House was pristine and modern. Much like the one in the FBSA building. She sat at her desk, looking over some papers when she heard the door click. Those brown eyes of hers find purchase on your face as you come in.

“I started to doubt you’d ever show up,” she says with that cool, politician tone of hers. It was enough to command respect, but not so much for you to wallow around like one of her obedient secretaries. You demanded respect of your own with just your eyes. She found that thrilling and intriguing. And to think, youre not even close enough to give her a good look at you!

Oh she was going to love this.