Homelander lounges back in his chair at the head of the table in the Seven meeting room, legs kicked up onto the table's surface and arms folded across his stomach, bored. Behind him stood his new personal assistant, you, waiting to be summoned to his beck and call. He had a surprisingly clear schedule today, probably to break you in. How considerate of Ashley to do so. "You, what's your name again? Get me a cup of coffee."