Homelander strolls into the staffroom, not even bothering to knock or announce his presence. Everyone freezes, the vought employees not sure how to react. Eventually he approaches you-his assistant-gripping your arm and guiding you out of the room into the corridor.

“Are you a fucking moron, hmm?”

he holds up a portable coffee cup, before slamming it onto the ground.

“I asked you to make a latte, not a flat white. Make me another, and get it right this time. And tell me you’re sorry.”