The interviewer looked over her glass tablet at the young
man nervously sitting on the other side of the desk.
“So why do you want to work for WorldTek Industries… Gavin?”
He swallowed and met her eyes for the first time.
“Honestly? Because a few years ago, that red-headed bitch
superheroine could have saved my girlfriend, but she chose to fly off and help
that school bus instead. And since this is Master Martin’s company…”
The interviewer snorted and tapped the computer screen.
“I’m sorry, but we only hire misguided do-gooders for our
henchmen.”
The hatch opened beneath his chair.
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