Susan had not expected Madelyn to push back so forcefully.
She quickly gathered the photos from the desk, slipped them into a folder, and stood up.
Since Madelyn had made it clear she wanted her gone, there was no point in pressing further.
As Susan strode through Madelyn's office doorway, she suddenly looked back, a faint trace of mockery on her face.
"Next time we meet, you might be wearing an orange jumpsuit."
Madelyn's expression shifted.
She knew perfectly well that orange jumpsuit meant prison clothes.
So she forced an utterly perfunctory smile at Susan and gestured toward the door.
Susan strode away without looking back.
Once Susan was gone, Madelyn slammed the office door shut.
Unable to contain her anxiety any longer, she paced back and forth across the office.
The secret of Compound V was known to the Central Intelligence Agency. That was disastrous for Vought International and the greatest test of her career.
Being targeted by the CIA was no longer a problem crisis management could solve.
After turning it over in her mind, Madelyn called Homelander.
Under the circumstances, she could not even trust Edgar, the company president.
Edgar was clearly doing things behind her back, and she might well become his scapegoat when the storm broke.
There was only one thing Madelyn could be sure of.
Homelander would not betray her.
If forced to choose between her and Edgar, Homelander would stand by her.
Homelander soon appeared outside Madelyn's office.
At the sound of his knock, Madelyn opened the door at once and threw her arms around him.
Homelander felt her ragged breathing and racing heartbeat as she pressed herself against him. He frowned. "What happened, Madelyn?"
Because of what had happened with his son, Homelander had begun to harbor doubts about Madelyn. But when