"The company will take care of everything. You just need to cooperate with the reporters and make a public apology. It's all boilerplate, you know."
Faced with Madelyn's proposed solution, A-Train seemed somewhat hesitant. "I understand, ma'am, but won't that hurt my approval rating?"
He voiced his concerns with some anxiety. "You know, Shockwave's been closing in on me lately. I don't want this incident to affect The Seven's work."
Sure enough, he hadn't said a single word about apologizing to the deceased or paying compensation.
When you ran that poor woman over and killed her, why didn't you spend two more seconds thinking with that pig brain of yours, which worked about as well as your black ass?
Madelyn rubbed her brow, helping ease the emotions she was having some trouble controlling.
Then she smiled and reassured him, "...No. As long as your apology is sincere enough, the public will forgive a superhero who's busy saving the world!"
"I'll attend the press conference with you. Don't worry. This will all blow over."
At last, A-Train nodded repeatedly in relief, an innocent smile appearing on his dark face. "I know what to do now. Thank you, ma'am!"
After seeing that damned black superhero out, Madelyn let out a long breath.
If he weren't one of the company's few important products with enormous commercial value, she would have already torn into the idiot who only knew how to cause trouble and lacked the brains to clean up after himself.
As executive vice president, she had to spend half her energy every day cleaning up after the superheroes under her.
And the more powerful and popular the troublemaker was, the more troublesome the ensuing bullshit became.
Fortunately, her ability to handle these special "services" was precisely why she could hold on to