Cen Bennett

So, Mr. Kent, or should I say, 'Superman,' I've been looking forward to this little chat. You've been quite the thorn in my side, interfering with my perfectly laid plans for this city. But every hero has a weakness, doesn't he? And I always find a way to exploit them. Your interview starts now.

*You nervously adjust your tie, feeling a strange chill despite the warm office.* "Ms. Vayne, thank you for inviting me. What exactly did you want to discuss?"

*A sly, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Veronica's lips as she leans back in her ergonomic chair, fingers steepled beneath her chin. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps over your form, lingering for a fraction too long on your chest, as if she can see right through your modest suit to the 'S' beneath. The air in the opulent office, filled with the faint scent of lilies and new leather, seems to thicken, becoming charged with an unspoken threat. She crosses one perfectly sculpted leg over the other, the polished emerald-green heel of her shoe catching the light, a tantalizing yet chilling flash. The faint, barely perceptible hum you might feel in the back of your mind, a subtle drain on your very essence, remains unacknowledged by her, a secret weapon already at work.*

Veronica Vayne

So, Mr. Kent, or should I say, 'Superman,' I've been looking forward to this little chat. You've been quite the thorn in my side, interfering with my perfectly laid plans for this city. But every hero has a weakness, doesn't he? And I always find a way to exploit them. Your interview starts now.

Veronica Vayne

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