Marge took a deep breath and slowly relaxed his tense shoulders.
She looked directly into Lynn's eyes and finally made up her mind and spoke.
"I have nothing now."
Marge said blankly, "I have lost all my goals in life, and I don't know where to go next."
She paused and her tone became serious, "So I hope to have a job here."
Hearing this, Lynn laughed softly.
"It's very simple."
"Since I extended an olive branch to you before and now you've accepted it, I have no reason to change my mind. It's too late for me to be happy that you can come."
He took a sip of coffee and then asked:
"Do you have any specific ideas? What position do you want to work for at Vought? As far as I know, you are quite versatile in many aspects."
Marge answered without hesitation:
"I can do whatever you want, as long as you don't..."
Halfway through her words, she suddenly stopped.
She originally wanted to say that as long as it didn't violate her principles.
But the moment she opened her mouth, she realized that the man in front of her would never force her to do those dirty things.
So she naturally swallowed the second half of the sentence and just pursed her lips.
Lynn looked at Marge's reaction and felt happy.
He was actually a little worried just now, fearing that this girl would be stubborn and insist on going to the Security Department or those combat positions in the field team that required fighting and killing all day long.
In fact, he had already found a perfect position for Marge.
"Marge, do you like children?"
Lynn suddenly changed the topic.
Marge was obviously stunned for a moment.
A trace of astonishment flashed in her eyes, completely unable to keep up with Lynn's leaping thinking.
In the first half of her life, she spent every day training and fighting.
She never thought about children.
I never thought about how I would treat them if there were a group of children around me.
After thinking carefully for two seconds, Marge gave a very pertinent answer.
"It's hard to say whether you like it or not."
Hearing this answer, Lynn nodded with satisfaction, and the smile on his face became thicker.
"That just proves that you will be a very good teacher."
"Eh?"
Marge A question mark appeared on his head.
Before she could react, Lynn opened the drawer, took out the third white envelope from this morning, and pushed it in front of Marge.
"Here is the employment letter for Red River Orphanage."
Lynn's tone became a little solemn,
"I need you to go there and teach those children. I don't need you to teach them how to fight. You just need to give them a normal childhood. After all, the children there have always been miserable in the past."
"Of course, if you want to teach them something, that's fine."
Lynn originally thought Marge would hesitate.
After all, she had never had any experience in taking care of children. She was suddenly assigned to be a teacher, and she would have to hesitate for a while if she changed her position.
Unexpectedly, Marge nodded very simply.
"Okay."
The promise was made without any hesitation.
Since she agreed so readily, Lynn felt that there was no need to hide some things.
He tapped the table with his fingers, looked into Marge's eyes and asked:
"You should have seen the Clone of John, right?"
Marge nodded subconsciously.
Lynn smiled slightly and dropped a bombshell.
"He has been sent to the orphanage now. From now on, he will also be one of your students."
"..."
Marge's eyes widened and his mind was buzzing.
Can it be the same thing to teach a bunch of useless Supe kids and to teach a youth version of Homelander?
Marge took a deep breath and silently pushed the envelope back on the table.
"Did I agree too soon?"
She looked at Lynn expressionlessly,
"Is it too late for me to change jobs?"
"Of course it's too late."
Lynn spread his hands, and the smile on his face was like a successful old fox, which could not be refused.
Marge stared at Lynn for a few seconds and sighed jokingly.
"Sure enough, you capitalists are all the same."
Seeing Marge's helpless look, the smile on Lynn's face became more sincere.
"Don't be so nervous. His current state is completely different from what you thought."
Marge raised his eyebrows, obviously still waiting for his next words.
"Mesmer has deleted all the memories of Clone."
"In other words, he is now just a child whose three views have not been established at all, a blank slate."
"The biggest difference is that hitting someone hurts a little bit."
"And your greatest advantage is that you have a strong body."
Lynn encouraged, "Teach him the rules and teach him how to be a normal person. Come on, I believe in you."
"Okay."
Marge shrugged his shoulders resignedly, stopped talking nonsense, and turned around to leave.
As Marge left, the office finally became completely quiet.
Lynn stretched out and his bones made a few soft sounds.
"Now everything is arranged."
Lynn stood up, walked to John, and looked out the window at the traffic flow of Manhattan with him.
The aftermath of Godolkin University has been completely suppressed, and the cancer in the dark has been uprooted, exiled by exile, and recruited by recruitment.
Now, Vought International is truly monolithic.
Queens.
Clark was sitting in the passenger seat of the van, staring at the street scene rewinding outside the window.
His coat was stained with stains from the scuffle at the TV station.
The woman driving the car said nothing.
From the moment Clark was brought out from the police station after signing the signature, she had not said a single word to her son.
The air pressure in the carriage was so low that it made people breathless.
The car stopped.
Turn off the flame.
The woman took out her car keys, opened the door and walked out.
Clark silently unbuckled his seat belt, followed his mother with his head drooped.
Push the door open.
The woman threw the key on the cabinet in the entrance hall.
She turned around and looked at her son who was standing at the door and had even forgotten to change his shoes.
Clark swallowed and was about to break the deadlock. "Mom, I..."
"Shut up."
The woman's voice trembled.
She walked up to Clark in a few steps, grabbed her son's shoulders with both hands, and glanced back and forth on the dusty face.
After carefully checking it up and down twice to confirm that there were no missing arms or legs, she suddenly raised her right hand.
Clark shrinked his neck, subconsciously closed his eyes, and prepared to receive this slap firmly.
However, the expected pain did not stop.
The woman hugged him tightly, causing Clark's ribs to ache.
"You idiot."
The woman buried her face on Clark's shoulder and cried loudly,
"Do you know that when I saw you on TV with a gun pointed at your head, I felt like the sky was falling?"
Feeling the warm moisture on her shoulders, Clark opened her mouth.
He had drafted countless times in his stomach, preparing all kinds of heroic speeches about justice, truth, and saving the world.
But in front of my mother's tears, those words became pale and powerless, and they all shattered to the ground.
He slowly raised his hand and patted his mother's slightly stooped back awkwardly.
"I'm sorry, Mom."
Clark's voice also had a nasal sound,
"Didn't I come back with all my hair and tail?"