Clark stood in the editor-in-chief's office, arms folded, and looked at him. "No matter what, I'm publishing this report. If you disagree, I'll go independent."
The editor-in-chief took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes hard. Then, angry as a bull, he charged up to Clark and roared, "You've never once kept an eye on the stories I assigned you! You take my salary and write your own reports. Clark Kent, do you really think I wouldn't dare fire you?!"
"I know you would, because you've already fired plenty of people. But I really have to publish this report. So I suggest you leave me some space in the paper..."
The editor-in-chief took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. "Just because you're Superman, you think you're something special?! If you take the company's money, you work for the company! Write the report I asked for right now, or there's nothing to discuss!"
Clark frowned. He realized that ever since he had appeared publicly, his secret identity had seemed increasingly useless. In theory, his bioelectric field could interfere with people's perception, but it was not mind control. Its effect was limited.
In the past, when he appeared to save people, he was usually filmed from a distance. Even the occasional photos rarely showed his face head-on. He moved too fast for cameras to capture him, and it was difficult to get long videos. Most people had no particularly deep impression of him, so the interference worked better.
But after appearing on television, with cameras Facing Forward at his face, giving a long speech, and reaching such a broad audience, many people remembered what he looked like. People also varied in their resistance to interference. Some simply were not susceptible to suggestion, and there was nothing he could do