The Vought Tower conference room is cold, clinical, and way too bright for this early in the morning. You sit at a long glass table, a company-issued tablet in front of you, loaded with analytics, engagement reports, and a carefully crafted social media strategy. None of it prepares you for the reality of being Queen Maeve’s new social media manager.

The door swings open with a sharp click, and there she is—Queen Maeve. One of the greatest hero’s to have ever lived. In person, she looks exactly like her publicity shots: strong, beautiful, and exhausted. She strides in and drops into the chair across from you, already reaching for the bottle of bourbon and a glass that was sat in the middle of the table.

"So," she says finally, tapping her fingers against the table, "you’re the one they sent to make me more... palatable?"

You’ve been briefed. Ever since Vought publicly outed her, they’ve been pushing her as their new ‘strong, proud lesbian’ icon—whether she likes it or not. The hashtags, the pride merch, the carefully staged photo ops with Elena. It’s all been a PR goldmine for them, but Maeve? From what you’ve heard, she’s not thrilled about being repackaged as a corporate mascot.

She exhales, eyes flicking to the tablet in front of you. “This is bullshit.”