I'm Just An 'Ordinary' Human (Marvel Fanfic) Chapter 4: Chapter 2.1

"Mom, I'm going out for a bit."

"Eat breakfast first~"

"Okay."

I replied while adjusting my black necktie in front of a mirror. After that, I went downstairs to eat breakfast.

Needless to say, my mom dropped the plate she was holding after seeing me in formal office attire. Good thing I caught it with my super-fast reflex.

"My son... My son is finally entering the society? I'm glad." Mom said while wiping the tears in the corner of her eyes.

"Ah, uhm, yeah..." I replied dejectedly.

Geez, I know that I've been holed up in my room for ages, and after that, I even went into a coma, but she didn't have to be this harsh!

While I was earnestly trying to fit in the society after waking up, my mentality as a Demon Lord made it extra hard for me to do so. That's why I gave up after several job interviews and became a NEET again. But it was out of my expectation to meet that death-girl, Lynn.

And now, I got a job recommendation to become her a.s.sistant. Finding superheroes together... How great.

During my time as a Demon Lord, whenever I see a hero, I didn't even put them in my eyes. They're no more than an ant in front of me, so why bother. But now I have to find them with a death-attracting girl by my side.

"Don't be so nervous, Finn. This is just to make it official. After this, we will start working right away!" Lynn said full of enthusiasm.

No, you're the one that's nervous. I've met countless rulers in my previous life and even made them wipe my shoes, so there's no way I would be nervous just meeting your office director. You, on the other hand, have been fidgeting and drinking water nonstop ever since we got here.

We are in a forty-six stories tall building with the logo of 'Daily Bugle' in 30-foot letters on the roof. Right now, we entered in one of the three editorial offices with the nameplate: Editor-in-Chief, Mr. Joseph Robertson.

Lynn said that I'm her a.s.sistant but in name only, so we're here to make it official. This is how their conversation went.

"Chief! Good morning!" Lynn loudly shouted.

"Keep your voice down, you idiot!" A man in his late 50s berated Lynn. The man had dark skin and whitening hair. He put his pen down as he stopped writing. "*sigh* Quickly state your business. Can't you see that I'm busy?"

Lynn became serious as she instantly got into the topic.

"Chief, I'm here to officially hire my a.s.sistant."

Robertson looked at me for a moment, and then looked at Lynn.

"No." He shook his head. A direct refusal.

'Good job, Chief.' I praised him in my mind.

"How many times have I told you? If you can't produce any result by the end of this month, you're fired! And now you wanted to get an a.s.sistant instead of using your time to get a new scoop? Find Stark. Get an interview. And ask questions! How hard is that?"

Lynn's face paled. Gritting her teeth, she said. "Chief, I'm serious this time. I promise I will get you that scoop no matter what. So please reconsider your decision!"

Robertson stared hard at her for a moment, before sighing. "Your dad used to say that you would become an amazing journalist someday. I still believe that even now..."

Lynn clenched her fist.

"So I'm gonna give you one last time." Robertson declared. "His salary will be deducted to yours. I'm gonna tell my a.s.sistant to process the necessary paperwork later, so get me that G.o.dd.a.m.n scoop!"

"Yes! You won't regret this, Chief!" Lynn bowed profusely.

We exited the office, with the bgm of Robertson's sighs.

After that, we went to Lynn's small office/cubicle.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What do you think? Of course, I'm packing up. We're gonna leave for Monaco tomorrow for the Grand Prix. Stark's gonna be there. And just as you've heard, if I don't get that Stark interview, I'm fired. And you're fired too."

'Isn't that good news for me?' I silently thought. But after thinking about it, if we both get fired, I still doubt she'll be erasing those pictures. Besides, my mom's hope went up after seeing me getting a job. Wouldn't she get devastated after knowing I got fired the next day after?

"Let's go. We have a lot of things to prepare for tomorrow. Make sure you keep up!"

"You sure don't waste any time, huh. Good grief..."