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"After joining, you will be cultivated by Vought, just like Homelander," Madeline Stillwell added.
Jessica Jones asked curiously, "Why do you feel I am so suitable for this project?"
Madeline Stillwell flipped through the document in her hand and said,
"This project only recruits superhumans with superpowers. While Ms. Jones, you haven't widely publicized your abilities, you also haven't hidden them, so it's not difficult for a large company like ours to find you. Also, Ms. Jones, do you remember how you obtained your superpowers?"
"How did I get my superpowers?" At this, the first thing Jessica Jones thought of was the car accident twelve years ago, where she was drenched in Vought's chemical agents. After that, she gained superpowers.
As if realizing something, Jessica suddenly asked, "It was the chemical agents from that car. My powers came from those agents. You also used those agents to create Homelander."
Madeline Stillwell replied, "You could say that, but Homelander was a superhuman before you. Your car accident was just an accident. Vought has been monitoring your situation ever since, which is why I'm here today to invite you to join Vought."
"Does this involve your company's secrets? If I don't agree, what will you do to me?"
Madeline Stillwell chuckled, "What else could we do? Of course, we'd have you sign a non-disclosure agreement. We are a legitimate company; we don't do illegal things!"
Jessica Jones looked at the document Madeline Stillwell was holding and said, "Right, that's a contract, isn't it? Can I see my benefits?"
"Of course," Madeline Stillwell handed the document to Jessica Jones and then said,
"Vought's benefits for you will be on par with A-list Hollywood celebrities. If your popularity grows, you'll receive even better benefits."
Jessica Jones was initially nonchalant, but after reading the contract, she couldn't help but say, "The benefits are that good!"
"May I call you Jessica?"
"Of course, Ms. Stillwell," Jessica Jones didn't mind.
Madeline Stillwell continued, "Jessica, such benefits are not surprising for a superhuman like you. You must understand that perfect and powerful superhumans like you are one in a million. It's worth attracting you with the highest possible benefits."
"Can you wait for me for a moment? I'm not very familiar with this type of contract and need to look up the purpose and impact of certain clauses online," Jessica pointed to the dizzying string of sentences in the contract.
"Of course, that's your freedom. I came specifically to see you today. You can take as long as you need," Madeline Stillwell didn't mind at all.
Jessica Jones didn't take too long. She was a private detective herself and had dealt with similar contracts before. It was just that this contract involved superhumans and superpowers, so she needed to judge it carefully.
"The contract is fine. I'll sign it."
After checking it several times, Jessica Jones signed her name in the corresponding spot on the contract with a pen.
She had always intended to become a superhero. After all, in this timeline, she hadn't been tormented by Purple Man and hadn't lost her enthusiasm for being a superhero.
Seeing Jessica Jones agree to join Vought, Madeline Stillwell smiled and said to Jessica Jones opposite her,
"Jessica, welcome to the Vought family!"
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"You're secretly eating pizza again, Hakimi!"
Lionel pinched Hakimi by the scruff of his neck, lifting him to his own eye level.
"Hehe, I thought the agreed-upon time had already passed," Hakimi chuckled awkwardly, then suddenly said with a serious face,
"Lionel, have you ever heard the saying that one year for a cat is equivalent to five years for a human? By that calculation, my time passes five times faster than yours. So, the time when I couldn't eat pizza should have already passed. Therefore, I believe our agreement is flawed, and I propose we fix this bug and give cats a fair chance!"
Lionel's forehead creased with a black line. He said, both annoyed and amused, "You seem to have gotten much smarter; you're even arguing now. But you've come to the wrong place. There's no fairness here, only equal punishment for every disobedient cat."
Lionel paused, then thought of something and smiled,
"Since you can't wait, I have a solution."
Hakimi perked up, eagerly asking, "What is it?"
"Complete a task for you, and once it's done, the time you've signed up for will be wiped clean. How about that?"
"Tell me, what do you want me to film this time? I'll finish it as quickly as possible!" Hakimi immediately stood at attention.
Lionel thought for a moment and said, "This time, I don't want you to record anything. What you need to do is find a suitable candidate. This person must be extremely unlucky and miserable, tormented by others for a very long time—torment that an ordinary person simply couldn't survive. The longer the torment, the better. Find such a person, mark him, and I want to conduct an experiment."
"Ah!" Hakimi immediately hugged his head, curling up his body, and cautiously said to Lionel,
"Lionel, if you want me to go to hell, just say so. No need for so many excuses. How could the things you're talking about happen in reality? They can only happen in hell!"
Lionel's mouth twitched. It was true that what he said sounded a bit too extreme, but he still said,
"It's not as exaggerated as you say. This is New York, a place more like hell than hell itself. You'll definitely find such an unlucky person. If you don't, you'll just have to wait a few more weeks."
Hakimi stopped him, "No! I can't wait any longer. I'll take the task, but I have a question: if I use my contract ability during the task, will that also add to my time? If so, I'd rather wait a few more weeks."
Lionel pinched his chin and said, "Alright, using your ability during the task will be considered business expenses; it won't count towards your time."
"Great! I'm going to complete the task now!"
Hakimi pulled out a small satchel, put his favorite dried fish inside, and then yelled,
"Big dog Denji, come out with the boss!"
"Woof! Woof!"
The golden retriever ran over joyfully, sticking out his tongue, ready to lick Hakimi's cat face.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't lick my face."
Holding down the big dog's tongue, Hakimi hung the small satchel on the dog's head, then jumped onto the dog's back. He patted the dog's head, and the golden retriever Denji carried Hakimi outside.
"I'm leaving, this unfair place."
Lionel's mouth twitched. Hakimi had taken another dog with him.
Sitting back on the sofa, Lionel opened the message Harry Osborn had sent him. Harry Osborn would periodically report on Osborn's situation to him.
After reading the message, Lionel's expression became very interesting. "Old Osborn isn't dead after all!"