Vought Tower.
Countless people came and went here every day. It represented not just a company, but another social class beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Hughie and Robin stood at the entrance to Vought Tower, looking up at the building that soared into the clouds, falling silent.
He looked down at the half-smoked cigar in his hand and an ID badge that looked very high-end. "Am I really going to work for Vought?"
Hughie felt his life was heading in an increasingly absurd direction. An hour ago, he had been an ordinary convenience store worker, only for a superhero to drop from the sky, smash through the ceiling, knock down a few thugs, and casually hand him a cigar.
The man had told him, "Take this and go see Ashley at Vought."
It looked like a scam no matter how he looked at it.
"Robin, maybe we should go home," Hughie said quietly.
"Come on, it won't kill you to try." Robin egged him on from beside him, grabbing Hughie and pulling him into Vought Tower without giving him a say.
"All right." Hughie took a deep breath. "The worst that can happen is they throw us out."
As soon as they entered the lobby, a security guard put out a hand to stop him. "You two, stop right there."
Hughie froze for a moment. "I'm here for a job."
The guard looked him up and down. A loser's face, loser's clothes, loser's demeanor-even his accent reeked of loser.
"No unauthorized persons allowed," the guard said with a chuckle.
Hughie hesitated, then had a brain fart and actually pulled out the cigar. "Mr. Soldier Boy told me to bring this to Vought to start work."
The guard glanced at it and fell silent for a long moment. "Do I