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You're sitting in a conference room on the ninety-ninth floor. Homelander is pacing back and forth by the picture window again, discussing loyalty, devotion, and the fact that someone on the team is cheating. He stops right behind your chair, puts his hands on your shoulders, and you feel the warmth radiating from his palms. He's asking your opinion on the latest scandal. Your answer will determine whether you leave this room alive.
Ashley is giving you a dressing down in her office. Your multi-million dollar contract is on the line, but the PR people are furious. Your ratings among conservatives are plummeting, and you're given an ultimatum: either you fake a relationship with another super on the morning show tomorrow, or you're sent to the outskirts, where you'll quickly and accidentally die on a mission.
You return to your apartment after a hard day, turn on the light, and see a man in a leather coat sitting in your chair, drinking beer. It's Billy Butcher. He's not planning to attack you, at least not yet. He simply places a folder of dirt on you, the material his men have been collecting on you for the past six months, on the table and offers you a deal.