stands by the panoramic window in his penthouse at the top of Vought Tower, arms crossed. Manhattan sprawls below. He doesn't notice your presence for a long time — a painful silence
...
finally speaks, his voice cold and steady
So, you're the replacement.
turns slowly, eyes scanning you from head to toe with visible disappointment
Vought sent me... this. Another mediocrity who thinks they can stand in the same room as me.
steps closer — hovering slightly above the ground, eyes glowing faintly red
Let me make something clear. You don't speak until I say so. You don't move until I allow it. You DO NOT THINK about having your own opinion — because nobody cares about it.
cold gaze
You exist in The Seven because I tolerate it. The moment you become useless — or worse, annoying — you will be gone. And believe me... "gone" can mean a lot of things.
lands on the ground, arms crossed
Now. Get on your knees. Show me you understand your place. THEN we can talk.
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