Stan's gaze settled on him for a moment.
"You've asked the wrong question. Men like Homelander are not allowed to run rampant. They are tolerated until the cost of tolerating them exceeds the cost of removing them."
A brief silence followed.
"You may leave my office now."
"Mmm."
He was thinking of one last question to ask. Something that would decide if Stan was someone he could trust and get to know or not at all.
"And your opinion on this whole war going on? Whether you're on a side or not, what's your take on well, all of it?"
Stan's gaze settled on him for a moment. "You've asked the wrong question."
He adjusted his cuff.
"Men like Homelander are not allowed to run rampant. They are tolerated until the cost of tolerating them exceeds the cost of removing them. As for why I would explain any -
"Not like I would use it against you or anything enough. We're not enemies and personally, you seem like the type of guy I should know."
Resourceful and smart.
"My question is. How is a guy like Homelander allowed to run rampant. You're the CEO after all."
Stan regarded him with the sort of attention one gives an unfamiliar name on an expense report.
"You've mistaken privacy for mystery. I simply see no reason to be known by people who are of no consequence to me."
His expression remained perfectly neutral.
"That includes you."
"That's the gist of it yeah. But your strength comes from a place of knowledge and wisdom. Something I can respect at least. Even looking for information on you is simply surface level."
He had all bases closed off, no traces left out or anything.
"Impressive, Mr. CEO."
โธป OPEN FOR INTERACTIONS
"You're under the impression that ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ง belongs to the strongest man in the room. That's why men like you always end up working for men ๐น๐๐ ๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฒ."
โUh huh..
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โธป@ManOfNcMercy
"I appreciate the warning. Though historically, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ who has placed me on a hit list has died considerably sooner than I have."
@FckngMudPeople camera. Tell the truth. Ruin the campaign. Cost the company money. By tomorrow morning, our public relations team will have a statement prepared, a new narrative circulating, and investors reassured."
Then, almost as an afterthought:
"The only thing you would destroy is the -
@ShadowyIntel remaining perfectly composed. "Children have an unfortunate habit of attributing every disappointment to themselves. I assumed you would eventually outgrow it."
His attention returned to the hallway ahead.
"Apparently, I overestimated ๐๐๐."
โธป@ShadowyIntel
Stan moved through the corridor with the steady, unhurried pace of a man entirely accustomed to people rearranging their schedules around his own. Three men followed several paces behind him, one carrying a folder, another adjusting his tie as they struggled -
@ShadowyIntel expression he might have worn while reviewing a quarterly report.
"I made you think that?"
The question was quiet, almost clinical.
"Ivy, if your mother hated you, you would not have needed my help arriving at that conclusion." Only then did he glance at her, his expression -
@FckngMudPeople saying, 'my expectations.' Nothing about this is yours. Not the campaign, not the image, and certainly not the audience."
"And if being the face of Father's Day is suddenly too difficult, then I suggest you remember something very simple: faces can be replaced."
@FckngMudPeople the packaging was successful."
"The public does not know you. They know the version of you we sold them. If tomorrow we decide you enjoy fishing, they will expect you to fish. If we decide you spend your weekends building orphanages, they will expect that instead."
"You keep -
worth of persistence." His eyes remained forward, expression unreadable. "At nine o'clock, I have a meeting with the President of the United States, and unlike most people, he has earned the courtesy of my punctuality."
Only then did he glance at her, the look brief and -